[Now, Doppio hasn't noticed he's lost a pen, but that's only because he still has a handful of them in his little corner of the dormitory. It's not like he needs to hand in his reports in written form, but he finds that taking notes often helps him remember what he needs to tell the Boss.
(And of course, Diavolo appreciates it as well; one way or another, Doppio will report back to him, but being able to respond to him with all the insight of someone with other sources and a powerful, watchful eye helps maintain the illusion that he is hiding elsewhere, never too far, as he has claimed.)
So, he's sorting out his thoughts - Legendary Seeker member profiles; ask about Whitney - when he hears knocking.
Well, ordinary enough. Sure interrupted his train of thought - hopefully he wasn't about to write anything important, because it's just gone now - but that's what happens when you're part of such a large "team".
(It's so different from what he did back home, except at quiet times like this, when he's all by his lonesome and waiting for a call, working towards a lofty goal that seems achievable only because the one who set his eyes on it was the Boss, ever larger than life - it's oddly nostalgic, even--)
That's where his thoughts go while he makes his way to the door, anyway.
Then he opens it.
Then he:
a) sees who knocked; b) hears his voice; c) processes visuals and sound, and d) reacts.
rude awakening B
(And of course, Diavolo appreciates it as well; one way or another, Doppio will report back to him, but being able to respond to him with all the insight of someone with other sources and a powerful, watchful eye helps maintain the illusion that he is hiding elsewhere, never too far, as he has claimed.)
So, he's sorting out his thoughts - Legendary Seeker member profiles; ask about Whitney - when he hears knocking.
Well, ordinary enough. Sure interrupted his train of thought - hopefully he wasn't about to write anything important, because it's just gone now - but that's what happens when you're part of such a large "team".
(It's so different from what he did back home, except at quiet times like this, when he's all by his lonesome and waiting for a call, working towards a lofty goal that seems achievable only because the one who set his eyes on it was the Boss, ever larger than life - it's oddly nostalgic, even--)
That's where his thoughts go while he makes his way to the door, anyway.
Then he opens it.
Then he:
a) sees who knocked;
b) hears his voice;
c) processes visuals and sound, and
d) reacts.
By slamming the door shut, evidently.]