渋谷年

Were the the cat runs     a trail is left.      The predator which seeks     travels in lengths. This world.             Another world.                       So many worlds.  Ah- yes, the protruding remnants threaded together with an image of a single sanctum. 

“      Did you believe hiding from my eye would provide safety?     That allowance of the leash to be unshackled would ensure your freedom?    A trained pet        shall always R E M E M B E R it’s masters t o u c h. “   

❝ Unlike you, I have things I need to turn in. I can’t turn in paperwork if you haven’t done it. ❞ he makes a stern note to the other, shaking his head. ❝ An’ I got my piece done the other day. Don’ try an’ get all int’ my business when ya got so much yer own t’work on.  ❞ hanekoma hated his fair share of paperwork as well but he acknowledged it needed to be done so the higher ups wouldn’t be on his back.

❝ Kinda hard NOT to. It was just sorta sitting there. An’ I’ll only keep harpin’ on ya till it’s done.  I ain’ doin’ it for ya. ❞

Pretty much assumes Producer KNOWS that Composer had not SET foot in office for nearly a month.

❝ Jus’ like you have yer weight in PAPERWORK t’ do. Don’ think I haven’ noticed you tryin’ to shove it off.  ❞

❝ I need t’ work on a lot of things.  ❞

“ Hey- when are you starting yer next game? “

not that it was particularly urgent, he just needed to mark things down on his calendar and right now seemed about as good a time as any to do it. even if he knew joshua didn’t want to think about it right now, at least it’d give the other a plan.

@salvationcomposer

Papers tossed around.     Motivation beyond lowest. A game were needed to be started soon, for the amount of DEAD lingering around were overflowing. The point of tipping over for NOISES to overtake them. Still, Composer did not concede with though, instead looking over a paper in hand, mildly ignoring Producer question. 

“If you’re offerin’ t’ be the dead body, I won’t stop ya there. I like livin’.”

he sighs weakly, holding the warm mug in both hands. usually he wouldn’t care about the temperature but he seemed more sensitive to things. he didn’t have the courage to drink the coffee he had been offered either. instead he just sat there and took in the scent- it seemed to be the only pleasant thing to him right now.

“ U….uh….. hey, J? “

Bittersweet, the taste of BLACK coffee.    Too strong for own tasting, but one had LACKED in going shopping for provision among the kitchen stocks, so dark it would be drank.      Reason be, reason’s why, those two were not of importance, the reasoning for && cause why mood were KIND were of OWN self, that which had been sullied as the bitter taste lingering.  

“Pass.”

“I really need t’ stop watchin’ these crime dramas… They just make things depressin’.”

“ HEY- watch it!”

he didn’t want a face of hot coffee to the face; though it would be more motivation for him to actually take his shower for the day. it wasn’t lie he wanted to come off this cold to the other. his mood was getting the best of him.

“ Sorry- really I jus….”

“     Do not even bother.    Drink your coffee- grumpy cat. “