Hanekoma, emerging from his room with the towel it'd taken way too long to track down, nearly ran into Joshua in the front hallway. He set his heels just in time, eyebrows going up - what were they doing in here? Neku, behind the Composer, had his box of paints in his arms.
Probably getting cleaned up, come to think of it. Neku wasn't going to be happy when he found a mirror and realized there was even blood on his headphones. Hanekoma'd forgotten about that, himself, more focused on the stuff stuck to his wall. There was a long, cold bath in his future. He was going to put it off for a bit, though.
"Sorry for the wait," he said. "Lemme get those, Phones."
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Date: 2009-09-08 06:48 pm (UTC)Probably getting cleaned up, come to think of it. Neku wasn't going to be happy when he found a mirror and realized there was even blood on his headphones. Hanekoma'd forgotten about that, himself, more focused on the stuff stuck to his wall. There was a long, cold bath in his future. He was going to put it off for a bit, though.
"Sorry for the wait," he said. "Lemme get those, Phones."