working under the same boss wasn’t easy. both you & soldier knew this first-hand. ever since beginning to work under the mafia, the leader of which was a brooding man named don sonnelinno, he had been forced to become your acquaintance. this wasn’t particularly beneficial to him, as he always found you a bit more immature than the rest of the henchmen; he could vaguely recall sonnelinno saying something about you having autism, but he couldn’t quite remember the entire course of that conversation. soldier never really managed to remember things, even if they were in particular importance or significant. meanwhile you, on the other hand, seemed to remember simply everything. it baffled soldier, yet he was somewhat impressed with your superb memory at the same time.

the dying, fragile grass swayed lazily to & fro in the force of the gentle autumn winds. it was the middle of the month; the time period where days were clouded, yet rain never fell. no one could remember or be bothered to water their gardens & plants, so the grass was just about as bleak as the dull, clouded sky.

soldier was stood on the dull, drooping grass, arms crossed, standing on the curb in front of a cab, which was on stand-by. he was eating for you to finally finish dragging your luggage out of your own apartment complex & to meet him out there at the side of the street. this was due to don sonnelinno recently assigning you both on a mission &, even if soldier even winced at the mere thought of working with you, soldier decided to suck it up for once—-for he feared what would happen to him if he were to refuse sonnelinno’s command, even if he would never admit that out loud.

eventually, soldier got tired of waiting, & barged into the apartment complex himself to see what was taking you so long. apparently, you had gotten your suitcase stuck in the railings lining the staircase walls, somehow—-& was struggling to get it out. soldier eventually had to resort to using his handy crowbar to derail the unfortunate metal railing, as even he couldn’t get the extending handles of the suitcase unstuck from the railing. after that incident had passed, he grumbled under his breath an abrupt “let’s go”, before grabbing you by the arm like an adult would do with a petulant child before leading you outside of the complex to the waiting cab, with you only just managing to grab hold of your suitcase once more before soldier dragged you off outside of the building.

don sonnelinno’s mission that he had assigned for you both to complete was to watch over a place; a stakeout, more specifically, except it wasn’t done by the cops. don sonnelinno had instructed you two to do this job, because he claimed he knew you two would “be the best fit for one another”, because you were more of the cunning & sensible type (solider internally scoffed at this), & soldier would be the brawn & strength. don sonnelinno wanted this place to be protected by you two for at least three days, because he claimed he had recently met up with the owner of the establishment, the establishment itself being a …laundromat. don sonnelinno said he had hidden a large amount of money under the building, & didn’t want the police to find it. he wanted you two to stick around the place in a nearby motel to ensure the safety of the money.

the cab eventually pulled up at the motel both you & solider were supposed to be staying at. by then, the sun had already begun to sink behind the horizon, as it had been a good few hours since the departure of your apartment—-which was only about ten miles away. soldier was, needless to say, cranky by then, & he didn’t waste any time in getting out.

the both of you were to visit the laundromat first thing after breakfast the next morning. soldier, taking the initiative while you played with the cats outside, checked the both of you in before leading you upstairs to the room you’d be staying at for the next few nights to come.

once he swung open the door, soldier let out an audible groan of frustration.

” there’s only one bed？！”