Oh, no--no, I'm coming back to the office. [ A shrug. ] Call won't take more than an hour, so.
[ Nodding his head, Jim takes a few steps back. ] Drive safe, Sakurai. [ And with that, he turns on his heel and heads towards the subway station. Whether Sakurai eats cheap food or not doesn't matter any more, Jim decides--he'll buy him one anyway on the way back.
Because skipping meals is unhealthy. Yeah, that should work. ]
[Drive safe, he says, as if Sho is some unprepared child heading off to his first day of school. He dismisses Jim with a limp wave of his hand, settling into the driver's seat and placing his bag on the passenger's side before buckling up his seatbelt. Then the key is in the ignition, he's starting up the engine, and he reaches over to flick the radio on, at least knowing he'll calm down a little with a touch of music---
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dammit
[It's the truth. At least, not for food.]
My plans have changed. I'll see you back at the office this afternoon, okay? Unless you're going to report back to my father before then.
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[ Nodding his head, Jim takes a few steps back. ] Drive safe, Sakurai. [ And with that, he turns on his heel and heads towards the subway station. Whether Sakurai eats cheap food or not doesn't matter any more, Jim decides--he'll buy him one anyway on the way back.
Because skipping meals is unhealthy. Yeah, that should work. ]
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The car fills with the sound of ambient jazz.]