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[componere]

Who: Joshua and Joshua
When: Night-time?
Ratings: ... who knows.
Warnings: Also who knows.
Summary: Things happen. Wildkat. Things happen.

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[god_of_the_game]

Joshua never got what he wished for. Not really. Perhaps the only reason that he came to WildKat right now was because he needed that crutch, that tone of normality to an otherwise unharmonious life. It didn't matter how angry and hurt he was beneath the smile; the coffee and the conversation had always been enough to calm him down when times in the UG were bad. For now, at least, he could put aside his sense of betrayal at his Producer's butting in.

It had been one of those weeks where everything that could possibly have gone wrong had gone wrong. Stressed, Joshua ran slender fingers through silver locks of hair, and he stepped into WildKat with a light scowl twisting his features.

When he pushed his way into the back room, he stopped short. An eyebrow rose. Then he sat down on the couch with an airy sigh and an absentminded, "Hi, me."

[componere]

Joshua gave a weak glance up from his cell phone. His lips curled into the remnants of a smirk, and when he was certain his text was completed, he snapped the phone shut and directed his gaze to his other self. With a feigned cheery disposition, he waved.

"I suppose it's natural for us to show up here when times are bad, hmm?" He dragged his words out with a revealing lilt.

"So..." He cocked his head to the side, pocketed his phone, and propped his chin up on his palm. "What's up?"

[god_of_the_game]

Joshua knew himself well enough to know when his smile couldn't be more fake. He leaned back, draping his arms over the couch and resting the back of his head against the couch behind him.

"Not enough. And too much below me. You know how it goes."

He'd been watching Neku again, too, as much as he hated to admit it to himself. Either self. He saw Beat taking care of Rhyme, Eri and Shiki working hard for their dreams, but somehow Neku was always standing to the side. Sometimes Neku looked up as if seeking Joshua, and the Composer could swear that his old proxy could see him...but he knew better.

"Why the drop-in?"

[componere]

"Why not?"

It was a simple question and was accompanied with an even simpler hand-wave. He paused and looked to the right, then left. No Mr. Hanekoma still.

"Troubles in paradise, then? Such a shame... We don't really deserve that at all."

Flipping the question around and posing it back to his other self. It was the perfect plan. Well, except that it was still him being asked, anyhow. 'He' just didn't have to be the one doing the speaking.