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[This post is for the empathy flood so backdated to the 13th, shall we say. For this event Joshua's feelings such as they are will be projected, as receiving is something he can do on his own with his usual powers.
Anyway.
It seems one Yoshiya Kiryu has been caught with his pants down, so to speak - or at least caught out of his rooms on a revealing flood like this. Maybe he's conveniently not noticed anything going on, fond as he is of sometimes just ignoring his communicator even when he should be keeping on the up and up.
Maybe he's feeling sorry for himself? He's sitting at one of the big low tables paging through a book showcasing feats of architecture. Glass and steel and cities, arches of stone, glorious windows. He misses Shibuya like the nagging ache of a tooth. Mr. H should have come by to pick him up by now if he was going to... he's long overdue. A new composer must have ascended the throne. Maybe Sho, he'd wanted the post. Neku wouldn't suit it even if he has the raw potential - it's all going to waste, unformed.
He pages back and forth through the book with his chin propped in one hand. The atmosphere around him is rather sullen, prickly like the beginning of an electrical storm. Not that he'll actually really be able to enforce his miffed temper the way he'd like to, so approach with blithe abandon, all.]
Anyway.
It seems one Yoshiya Kiryu has been caught with his pants down, so to speak - or at least caught out of his rooms on a revealing flood like this. Maybe he's conveniently not noticed anything going on, fond as he is of sometimes just ignoring his communicator even when he should be keeping on the up and up.
Maybe he's feeling sorry for himself? He's sitting at one of the big low tables paging through a book showcasing feats of architecture. Glass and steel and cities, arches of stone, glorious windows. He misses Shibuya like the nagging ache of a tooth. Mr. H should have come by to pick him up by now if he was going to... he's long overdue. A new composer must have ascended the throne. Maybe Sho, he'd wanted the post. Neku wouldn't suit it even if he has the raw potential - it's all going to waste, unformed.
He pages back and forth through the book with his chin propped in one hand. The atmosphere around him is rather sullen, prickly like the beginning of an electrical storm. Not that he'll actually really be able to enforce his miffed temper the way he'd like to, so approach with blithe abandon, all.]
