Nov 07, 2011 13:43
[The feed flicks on. Tonegawa is at home in his office and as close to casual as one could possibly get with him so publically. He’s jacketless, for one thing, with his sleeves rolled up to reveal a large gold wristwatch and with his tie loosened just a little, enough to reveal that his topmost shirt button is undone. In one hand he holds the remains of a cigarette. The other is on the desk, out of shot.
His smile is open, studiedly unprofessional though one might not note the artificiality unless looking for it.]
I have a minor proposal for you.
[Casually, he lifts his other hand: between the thumb and forefinger he’s holding several hundred-dollar notes.]
A five hundred dollar proposal, to be more specific. Give me a good reason why I should give this to one of you, and perhaps I’ll do just that.
[He stubs out his cigarette and leans forward on that arm instead.]
It’s a simple game - it would be, for pocket money- and there are no catches, I assure you. Think of it as a transaction: creativity being duly rewarded. I’m so very tired of hearing the same lacklustre excuses and promises every day. Surely you can do better for me.
c: godot,
!: tonegawa yukio,
c: axel,
c: sam oliver,
c: daedalus yumeno,
c: clover,
c: the tardis,
c: replica riku,
c: chane laforet,
c: franziska von karma,
c: haruhi suzumiya,
c: luxord