( the last two weeks had been incredibly busy and turbulent for reira. with more people under her, working for her, she had to actually put in effort towards her work. she wasn't passionate about it beyond just keeping the band together and playing her role perfectly. so she had been holed up with ren the last few days, strumming along to his bass, a synth in the room and endless amounts of papers filled with notes. she hadn't really seen or been around sanji for a bit, simply opening the door to grab her meals and offering a slightly apologetic look. she was doing this for him after all- for takumi, ren, naoki, her assistant and of course sanji. she needed to make sure things were perfect or everything would come crumbling down.
today would be another day like this, or at least she figured it would be. the tyrant that ran the show would will it to be. so in her bed, curled up under a blanket and fighting off having to wake up for a few minutes, she mentally prepared herself for the list of things she had to do. it wasn't until her phone began to go off, that she finally opened her eyes and realized she was in bed all alone. she didn't want to admit it, but her focus as of late had been on sanji. she woke up to him, ate her meals with him [usually], and spent her nights being loved by him. with takumi barely around due to his new wife, she found herself slowly forgetting about him- or at least she tried.
tell your body guard to stop blowing up my phone.
you have the day off, do whatever you want.
the bright light illuminated her face as she read those words from takumi. what the hell was he talking about? sanji had been speaking to him?
confused and concerned, she sprang out of bed and into the living room of the rented room she had been in. she walked out wearing nothing but a tank top and her panties, phone in hand. it was there that she looked up and saw an endless amount of decorations and gifts in the room, the smell of food filling her senses up. )
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today would be another day like this, or at least she figured it would be. the tyrant that ran the show would will it to be. so in her bed, curled up under a blanket and fighting off having to wake up for a few minutes, she mentally prepared herself for the list of things she had to do. it wasn't until her phone began to go off, that she finally opened her eyes and realized she was in bed all alone. she didn't want to admit it, but her focus as of late had been on sanji. she woke up to him, ate her meals with him [usually], and spent her nights being loved by him. with takumi barely around due to his new wife, she found herself slowly forgetting about him- or at least she tried.
tell your body guard to stop blowing up my phone.
you have the day off, do whatever you want.
the bright light illuminated her face as she read those words from takumi. what the hell was he talking about? sanji had been speaking to him?
confused and concerned, she sprang out of bed and into the living room of the rented room she had been in. she walked out wearing nothing but a tank top and her panties, phone in hand. it was there that she looked up and saw an endless amount of decorations and gifts in the room, the smell of food filling her senses up. )
What is this?
( or rather what day was it? oh...
it was her birthday. )