[02 | video, Japanese]

[greatcuppajoe]

[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

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[holyjesusbeams]

[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]

[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]

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]

[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.