In a flash, the screen went black as Shikaniku frustratingly pressed the off button on the remote. He spun around in his swivel chair, facing away from the tv in front of his desk. “I’m such an idiot,” he exhaled. “A storm’s coming? Seriously? What in the hell was I thinking?” “You didn’t want to give the secret away,” Senjō, his wife, comforted. “I don’t even…um…know why she even assumed that it would be danger from that statement. It doesn’t give the slightest hint of danger.” “Y-You’d do that for me?” “Um, yes, Shikaniku. Why did you even ask that?” “Oh, even better,” he sarcastically added.
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