Celeste;
Location; Rossi's Estate
Underground base, Right Wing.
2:56 PM.
"You're late." I spit out the words as soon as the annoying groan of the rusty door echoes, heavy thumping of footsteps following suit.
"There was an altercation." He answers dryly. The air feels stiff from what I guess is his mood.
"Dare I ask what that was?" Even though I have already.
Well, he doesn't seem to call me out on that today. Instead, he settles on the seat in my vicinity, its leg screeching, almost making my ears bleed.
I feel tension wrapping around his form in waves—even though I can't clearly see him. "Something is the matter, isn't it?"
He'd told me he'll be back by noon. This is way past that. And…
I sniff, propping my head forward towards him. "You smell like bullets and—ew—sweat."
Piecing it together, I make out that he's been in a fight. "What happened?"
"Nothing important," he snaps, cutting me off. "Have you had lunch?"
