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count-gardios.livejournal.com[Guy had a bad feeling.
He couldn't really explain where it was coming from, but then again he never really tried; though he was a fan of explaining oneself and becoming a master of one's desires, Guy never deluded himself into thinking that he was above things like instincts. Sometimes, people could just sense things that fell beyond the realm of logic. The sixth sense, it was sometimes called.
And right about now, it was making his stomach churn.
Guy tried to calm himself down with some daily routine; laundry, dusting and sweeping, cleaning the kitchen, preparing food. He checked Luke and Asch's rooms for dishes and dirty clothes, checked outside for any weeds to pull. Put himself to work making the house as nice and neat and tidy as he could.
It didn't work all that well. Even after Guy had rearranged the furniture in the living room for the fourth time, he didn't feel any better. There was definitely something wrong, and -giving up on the housecleaning front- Guy snatched up his katana, slid it into his belt and made a beeline for the front door.]
He couldn't really explain where it was coming from, but then again he never really tried; though he was a fan of explaining oneself and becoming a master of one's desires, Guy never deluded himself into thinking that he was above things like instincts. Sometimes, people could just sense things that fell beyond the realm of logic. The sixth sense, it was sometimes called.
And right about now, it was making his stomach churn.
Guy tried to calm himself down with some daily routine; laundry, dusting and sweeping, cleaning the kitchen, preparing food. He checked Luke and Asch's rooms for dishes and dirty clothes, checked outside for any weeds to pull. Put himself to work making the house as nice and neat and tidy as he could.
It didn't work all that well. Even after Guy had rearranged the furniture in the living room for the fourth time, he didn't feel any better. There was definitely something wrong, and -giving up on the housecleaning front- Guy snatched up his katana, slid it into his belt and made a beeline for the front door.]
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