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•[Sorry But...]•
Gojo parked his car into the parking lot of a convenient store. He then begins making the rest of his way to his destination on foot. He's been in his head the whole drive this way. Ever since she texted him so suddenly he's been thinking.
You have reached your destination.
"Hm?" Gojo took his eyes off of his phone and examined the building. Gojo chuckles to himself. He sent Veronica text informing her of his arrival.
Veronica: Head up to the sixth floor. The door at the end.
Gojo pocket his phone and head inside, making his way to the sixth floor. He's not so fond on living in luxury hotels. Too expensive for him. Gojo's phone rang, causing him to answer without looking at the caller ID.
"Where the hell are you!?" Ah yes, he managed to slip away from Nanami to come here. "Gojo I swear when I hold you I'm gonna-
"Oh Nanami, hi." He grins. The elevator dings. Gojo steps out, looking left and right. He spots a door at the end of the hall. At the other end of the hall is a window. He hums.
"Hi?! You think this a joke don't you? I'm going to strangle you." Nanami grits.
"Calm down, I'm just busy at the moment. I'll be back before you know it." Before Nanami could say anything Gojo hung up. He made his way to the door, examining his environment. There's another hall on either side of him.
Gojo knocked on the door a few times. A minute of silence went by. He went to knock again but the door swung open, revealing Veronica on the other side. He took a quick examination of her behind his blindfold.
She has on light makeup, and her hair is pressed out instead of being it's usual curly and she's wrapped in a white robe. "Gojo. Come on in." She says stepping to the side with a welcoming smile on her face. Gojo entered. Upon entering the room he gave it a quick analysis.
Bedroom, kitchen, couch. All in one view. He's impressed at the way it's stationed. Although the space may be big enough to fit up to forty-five people; the way the interior is positioned makes it look like some kind of cramped apartment. He's actually digging it.
"Nice layout for such enormous space." He comments. He heard her giggle.
"Thank you. Well you could have a seat, would you like something to drink?" Gojo turn to her. She's brushing the straight strands of hair from her view. Gojo didn't answer her as he made his way over to the white leather sofa in the middle of the room. He took a seat, throwing one leg over the other.
