[02 | video, Japanese]

[ceiling_cat]

[Yeah, that cut-off little snap! noise might've been a shock, but it's a little hard to tell from the unruffled Japanese drawl as the video comes on to show a section of wall splashed with brightly colored graffiti art. The image pans over a tree dripping red and yellow, leaves swirling into a blue cloud, fish leaping over crosses that cast writhing shadows that bleed into a riotous nebula of green and gold. A few small drifts of snow have collected at the bottom edge of the wall.]

Just so ya know for the next couple days: Caution, wet paint. Anybody wanna name another spot around here that needs spicin' up?

[The video feed pans back to Hanekoma's grinning face, looking a little worse for wear without eyebrows and stubble noticeably patchier than usual.]

Speakin' of things that could use work... hey Alpha, you got a roaster in that coffee shop, and can I borrow it for a batch or two?

Anybody wants to talk me into trading some coffee beans for brewin' or sproutin', just make an offer.


[ooc; open for commentlogs if anyone happens to be walking by Latimir; Hanekoma's mural is on the dilapidated building next door.]

Comments

[oneenemyleft.livejournal.com]

That's really pretty.

[greatcuppajoe.livejournal.com]

Thanks, Sparky. How've you been doin'?

[oneenemyleft.livejournal.com]

Hm? I've been... fine, I guess. Have you settled back in, Hanekoma-san?

[greatcuppajoe.livejournal.com]

Can't complain! I've got my digs back in livable shape, even if the weather's been turnin' chilly.

[oneenemyleft.livejournal.com]

That's good. It is getting cold, isn't it? What building are you in/

[carrythesin.livejournal.com]

[Have a girl standing there looking at the art.]

[greatcuppajoe.livejournal.com]

[glancing over with a grin]

Hey there, kiddo. Don't think we've met - what's your name?

[carrythesin.livejournal.com]

[Japanese... She glances back a little confused.]

...um. Kirika.

[greatcuppajoe.livejournal.com]

You do speak Japanese, huh? Nice ta meetcha, Kirika-chan. I'm Hanekoma - Sanae Hanekoma.

[twotails9lives.livejournal.com]

Hmm...

That looks funny!

[greatcuppajoe.livejournal.com]

Think so? Well, thanks, I guess!

[twotails9lives.livejournal.com]

[Giggles]

You're welcome!

[greatcuppajoe.livejournal.com]

Don't think we've met - what's your name?

[snipers-shot.livejournal.com]

...Sanae, what're ya doin'?

[greatcuppajoe.livejournal.com]

Livenin' up the place. It needed more color.

Hey, thanks for those oranges, by the way - if ya wanna come by for a cuppa coffee, I owe ya one.

[snipers-shot.livejournal.com]

...But what is it, 'xactly?

No problem at all, happy ta. Sure. Ya want me ta come over now or later?

[greatcuppajoe.livejournal.com]

This an' that!

Well, I've gotta roast 'em, grind 'em and brew 'em first, so how about I tell ya when?

[latteheart.livejournal.com]

Waaah, that's really cool! You got paint?!

Oh, and, I do! Er, sort of. It's kind of old and junked up, but it works perfectly well. You can use it any time you like.

[greatcuppajoe.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I did. And thanks - there anything you'd take in trade for me usin' your roaster?

[latteheart.livejournal.com]

Oh no, you can just go ahead and use it. You don't have to pay me back or anything!

Though, if you really wanted to...heh. Wouldn't the cafe look reeeally cool with a little something painted on the side?

[greatcuppajoe.livejournal.com]

Ha! That I can do... let's see, one mural for free access to the coffee-makin' equipment you have?

[commentlog, because it had to happen sometime.]

[holyjesusbeams.livejournal.com]

[Well, this answers the question of what Sanae received. Joshua sat and watched the man make the finishing touches on the work, barely visible and vibe out of sync, admiring more the devotion and work ethic rather than the piece itself. Sure, the man was talented - incredibly so - he just didn't quite understand the mass following CAT had. Must just be an issue of personal taste and slight-yet-positive brainwashing tendencies.]

[He waited some time before he bothered to speak up, tone casually reminiscent to mask the "okay, let's talk" that he actually meant.]

I don't know, the blood had been a nice touch.

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[greatcuppajoe.livejournal.com]

[Hanekoma smirked, standing back and giving his can of spray-paint a shake. He didn't bother to turn around; the voice was distinctive enough.]

Nah, didn't fit my image. It worked pretty well into the brown over there, though.

[He flipped a hand towards one of the murkier corners of the image. So Josh had come out of hiding, huh? Finally. And of his own free will - well, unless Phones had decided to pull a full-scale campaign, but Josh'd sound grumpier if that were the case.]

Whatcha been up to?

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[holyjesusbeams.livejournal.com]

He didn't. [He remarked immediately. Really, if anything, all Neku-kun did was go on for a few minutes in pointless worry and melodrama. His lips twitched into a mild smirk.]

And not much, sadly. My case may not be bad as yours, but I think I'm beginning to miss working, a little. I can't envy all your excitement, though.

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[greatcuppajoe.livejournal.com]

[Chuckling. Sure he didn't, Josh. Sure. Which is why you're being so quick to deny it.]

Coulda been worse. The eyebrows'll grow back eventually.

[Recapping the paint can - in this weather, he was afraid it'd frost over - he turned and scanned the street. Nothing, which meant... ah. There. The imprint on the snowy pile of debris just behind him.]

Wouldn't blame ya for bein' bored, J. The place doesn't even have working TV broadcasts.