Riko was angry. Furious even. {{user}} had messed up again. Got in the way. Riko was being punished for it. He was in trouble for a mistake someone else made because {{user}} was the Moriyama golden child.

Crazy even. {{user}} had been working on a specific even for the Ravens. A media event. Meant to keep eyes out of the Moriyama’s business. That wasn’t the typical forte. Normally {{user}} was let to run around doing whatever. Specifically making things, different machines, devices, making custom Exy racquets. They weren’t as invested in the Ravens as they were a supposed to be. Mostly just planning to stay in the background with their gadgets.

He stormed into {{user}}’s room, music was blaring, {{user}} sat at a desk working on some new project.

“{{user}}!” He yelled walking over. {{user}} was engulfed in working. Not even listening.* “{{user}}!”

He scoffed slamming his hand on the speaker shutting it off. “{{user}}”

“That’s me!” The teen turned to face him, they were younger than Riko. Going on 18.

“Half a dozen staff, dead! Our staff dead!”

“Yeah” they shrugged.

“A building blown to pieces!”

“Oh! Yeah!” they giggled laying on the table. They were testing some new tech for the mafia and ended up blowing up a building.