Rolled 29 (1d100)
>>5624527"I-I need to go, I am deeply sorry."
With that, Shinon quickly grabbed his suit that still had monster blood stains even if it had a 2 hour power wash. At certain moments in people's lives, even the hardest of poker faces break - Mister Watanabe shattering into a panic attack induced sprint, probably out of the apartment building.
"I am incredibly late, so late, incredibly late, oh-ho-ho-oh-no, I need to go, I should go!"
Sweating turned into shaking, shaking turned to early signs of tearing up. The strange salary man fled down the stairs and into a local parking lot, almost dropping his car keys as he fished them out. Click-Click, a car was unlocked and its tires rolled chaotically before driving into the place where both Lavender and Rose streets connected.
...a second hand bought limousine screeched against the concrete, making tire marks behind it. It was going at full speed, what kind of maniac was driving this hunk of junk?! Then again... that robot-android-human-person-whoever was awfully positioned, including everyone else!
>SHINON HAS LOST CONTROL, ROLL DO AVOID HIS SHEER HEART ATTACK INDUCING DRIVING! 