Sake owed

[evillurks]

The Rettigue apartment has sat empty for a few days, as The Shadow worked out of the Sanctum and another apartment across town, closer to the area he's been watching. With another drug ring at least temporarily stifled, he is ready to migrate back to this place that is the closest thing to a home he has.

He is also likely to arrive late to his own arranged meeting, leaving Ichi to jump at the opening of the door. The muted sounds beyond indicate a quiet hall rather than the outdoors, and the rattling cough that accompanies the entrance should reassure him to who is entering there.

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[evillurks.livejournal.com]

As he recovers with a wheeze, watching Ichi injure himself on the table, The Shadow reflects that he'd still be available for Burbank if he just lies on the couch for a bit... Sometimes three hours of sleep just doesn't feel like enough.

"Maybe I should get a softer one?" He coughs and runs a hand over his eyes, forcing himself to stand. "Take it easy. And... thank you for the massage." There's a certain weariness to the rough pat on the shoulder he gives the shorter man, but the massage has left him feeling better. "Sorry to wake you for it."

[blind-masseur.livejournal.com]

Ichi nods in his typical manner that seems to involve his whole body as The Shadow pats his shoulder.

"Anytime. I mean it." Tonight is proof that he doesn't mind the irregular hours. He reaches out, setting a hand on The Shadow's arm gently as the other searches for his PINpoint in the front of his kimono. "You get feeling better soon." He finally manages to pull it out and searches the face for the button to send him home. "See ya' later." He disappears to return back home.

[evillurks.livejournal.com]

Left alone, The Shadow sinks back down to the sofa. The cups sit waiting to be washed on the coffee table, and there's always paperwork to be done. After gazing at these for uncounted minutes, he stretches out on his side, closes his eyes, and drifts into a comfortable doze instead.