[What he'll see, after about five minutes of wandering through the area, is that there's a single lighted study among the many empty (and dark) rooms in the Ward. There is one Hikaru Shinta seated in front of the low desk there. Said Blade King is shirtless, and currently busy undoing the bandages wrapped around his person; those are stained here and there with blood. Said low desk has his laptop and his phone, which is currently on loud speaker. There's also a bottle of whiskey (one fourth of it is gone), an ashtray with a cigarette burning away on it (and lots of killed butts besides), and medical supplies.
He's speaking in Japanese quietly to whoever's on the other end of the line. His head his bowed, and his eyes are focused on the task at hand. There's a thin edge of pain and a whole lot of exhaustion, though, in that voice. His hair is grey.
The clock that Josh can't help but always see, even if he doesn't want to, has lost about a year.]
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He's speaking in Japanese quietly to whoever's on the other end of the line. His head his bowed, and his eyes are focused on the task at hand. There's a thin edge of pain and a whole lot of exhaustion, though, in that voice. His hair is grey.
The clock that Josh can't help but always see, even if he doesn't want to, has lost about a year.]