[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.]

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[greatcuppajoe.livejournal.com]

[Hanekoma raised his eyebrows, shrugging.]

Yeah, I'm gonna have to get somethin' warm for my feet if this goes on much longer.

...I'd offer to trade ya some paper and pencils, but I don't think they'd stay entertainin' for long.

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[holyjesusbeams.livejournal.com]

Don't waste them on the uninspired, Sanae. I've managed till now, so I can keep managing.

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[greatcuppajoe.livejournal.com]

Well, I won't mess with what works. See ya, J.

[He shifted the box to prop it against the wall, opening his apartment door and vanishing inside.]

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[holyjesusbeams.livejournal.com]

[And that was Joshua's clue to retreaaaaaaat, stalking back to the apartment and beelining for his room, shutting the door firmly.]

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[iamnotatunaroll.livejournal.com]

[And Neku, sprawled out on the couch with his headphones on and volume turned up, paused to blink at Joshua's closed door.]

J--Uh. What just happened?