The D(ream) - Motion
“What?” Ueda tries very hard to sound at least a bit accommodating.
Kame doesn’t say anything - he simply sits a little straighter and quietly dusts off his crisp tailored pants.
But Koki seems to be quite fascinated in seeing Kame throw a very subtle tantrum. He closes the book he’s reading and crosses his legs, “He doesn’t like Akani -”
“I didn’t say that.” Kame cuts him, his mouth forming a thin line. His eyes are straight ahead, avoiding Junno’s confused and curious ones at the other end of the room. He settles on studying the colorful and smoking vials atop Junno’s worktable instead.
“Of course you don’t.” Ueda breathes, like he’s forcing a growl down. “He’s due tomorrow - he’ll be here around noon. He’s the best one - ” Kame coughs. Ueda rolls his eyes, “Fine. He’s the only one available at the moment. But. The guy is good and we all know that. We worked with him before. This will be a very pleasant experience for all of us because we are all professionals. I’ll see you guys later. I need to call my kids.” Ueda says with an air of finality and walks out of the room, looking a bit more exasperated than normal.
Koki breaks into a fit of badly concealed giggles the moment Ueda steps out. Kame ignores him and strolls to the white board and studies the cluster of pictures and papers posted on it. He shifts his weight and tucks his left knuckles under his chin. He resembles a standing The Thinker in a constricting looking three-piece suit.
The afternoon light seeps through the ventilation windows and passes through Junno’s chemicals and glass vials that, for that moment, become clusters of prisms. Hundreds of rainbows seem to dance inside the usual dark and terse warehouse.
It would have been a mesmerizing sight, mirroring the magnificence of the Aurora, if not for the distracting wheezing sound at the corner of the room.
“Shut up, Koki.” Kame says evenly as he breezes through a bunch of stapled paper; his other hand reaching for his cup of tea. It’s lukewarm now and he’s usually a purist when it comes to tea drinking. But. He needs his tea now.
“I didn’t say anything,” Koki sings, imitates Kame’s pissed-off tone just minutes ago. He hops off from the hammock, mirth playing in his features. He takes the tucked mechanical pen from his left ear and starts swirling and balancing it in his fingers like a miniature baton.
But Kame didn’t give him even the pleasure of glaring at him.
“What’s with Kame and the forger?” Junno finally stops tinkering with the PASIV machine at the corner and approaches the two.
“Ah! Such an excellent and timely question!” Koki points the mechanical pen at Junno and starts pressing the button - the lead at the tip getting longer and longer, like Pinocchio’s nose. “Actually, Junno, my man, Kame -”
“- wants to work.” Kame cuts Koki off again “Koki, why don’t you just go over the design, okay?” He points at the scattered blueprints and diorama at the middle of the room, but his eyes steady on the white board. “I don’t want a repeat of last time.” Kame empties his cup and places it over the matching saucer. He tips his chin for a few seconds and narrows his eyes into mere slits before moving to write, “needs bg/study spending pattern” on the white board.
“Oh Kame.” Koki slurs as he slings an arm around him. “This is exactly why he loves daunting you.”
Kame jabs him in ribs, snatches the book Koki’s holding and smacks it into his forehead - all under 3 seconds.
“Ouch - Hey!”
Kame’s tie doesn’t move even a millimeter.
Junno nods approvingly at the impressive show.
“The design, Tanaka.” Kame says, dismissively, and goes back into reading in what seems to be a detailed childhood account of their next mark - celebrated environmentalist Nakamaru Yuuichi.
TBC idkmostprobablyendikindoffailatcrackobviously