Who: Naoya and
somariumwhere: Cafe des Reves
Style: Either, but I'm faster in first.
Status: Open. c:
Note: My notifs have been wonky. If I owe you a tag elsewhere, PM me, please.
[Today, in the cafe, there is a pale man most of you know and don't love so much. He has on his table currently a netbook, and more notebooks than one man really need. A look over his notes will show you scribbled, half-written thoughts and various arcane scribbles...assuming, of course, you can read Aramaic.
He's typing, and muttering something off-handedly to himself. Occasionally, he'll flip through his notes, scribble something new, and return to typing. Want to figure out what he's plotting?]