#minori kimura

[minori-aka-minnow-blog]

Professional Mask || open starter

A few days rest and treatment with potion-based salve did Lazard a world of good, but he was still hurting come Monday. But he couldn’t just call off for this - he called out so rarely that it would raise a dozen red flags and invite questions he’d very much like to avoid. So he carefully treated and bandaged his hand before slipping on his glove, grateful that they were long enough to conceal the fading bruise around his wrist. The wide stripes of bruising across his back were hidden entirely by his shirt and jacket, and even if they still pulsed unpleasantly they were at least hidden.

He smiled wryly at the mirror, taking a good look at himself. To appearances, nothing was wrong. Perfect. Time to get to work.

Minori rarely had reason to venture up to the executive floors of Shinra Tower. Today, she had two. True, she had more than enough work to keep her busy in the labs, especially now that they were down another intern. Someone had to deliver reports where they needed to go; Hojo had appropriated all of the remaining assistants for his current project. But now she could kill the proverbial two birds with one stone, and all in one office.

She tapped at the open door. “Director Lazard? Dr. Kimura from the Science Dept. May I speak with you, sir?”