[Hawkeye had just poured herself a cup of tea and was about to start reading a novel she had picked up that afternoon at the book store when Hayate lifted his head from his forepaws and looked at the door just seconds before there was a knock at her door.
Frowning, she got to her feet and went to answer it, leaving her tea and her book on the side table. The brother she saw on the other side was not the one she would have expected to have come and paid her a visit] Gene? I mean Lyle, sorry. I still haven't quite got used to Lyle yet.
[She noticed the rifle bag slung over his shoulder and then the look on his face. Then she registered that it was Neil's rifle bag, and suddenly her stomach felt tight and her blood ran cold.]
Something's happened to Neil.
[Hayate picked up on the tension and nudged his nose against his mistress' palm as Hawkeye gestured for Lyle to come inside.]
Re: [quicklog--Target] Target's home--Evening
Frowning, she got to her feet and went to answer it, leaving her tea and her book on the side table. The brother she saw on the other side was not the one she would have expected to have come and paid her a visit]
Gene? I mean Lyle, sorry. I still haven't quite got used to Lyle yet.
[She noticed the rifle bag slung over his shoulder and then the look on his face. Then she registered that it was Neil's rifle bag, and suddenly her stomach felt tight and her blood ran cold.]
Something's happened to Neil.
[Hayate picked up on the tension and nudged his nose against his mistress' palm as Hawkeye gestured for Lyle to come inside.]