Nakamaru whimpered, handing the paper back. If he stopped looking at it maybe he could stop imagining the horror sure to come, right? He shuffled into the room, good morning cheer suddenly a bit lackluster, and dropped his bag on the table next to the coffee machine.
"Taguchi, what are you even doing?" he asked, finally, as a distraction.
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Date: 2010-12-26 06:18 am (UTC)"Taguchi, what are you even doing?" he asked, finally, as a distraction.