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[burningbow]

Who: Sekimiya and Mirai.
Where: Counselor's Office, Medical Building.
When: Thursday, April 20th.
What: Calling in.

Mirai stood outside the room, looking at the art print perfectly aligned on the wall. Then he approached the picture, tilting it to the right first, and then lifting it a little up on the wall. He had moved it only a little, hardly noticeable. This pleased him. He stood there admiring it at every angle he could think of, and towards the office made no move of any kind.

He kept his arms folded and tapped his foot. It was both boring and nerve-inducing. The receptionist who had directed him to wait was mousy and utterly forgettable, but the suspicion he was here for a private talk was the opposite of that - it was unsettling, not to mention conspiratorial. Had anybody else been called?

His head turned and he stared hard at the door, but still it would not open. Annoying! But what did he care? He went back to admiring his work.

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[harmonizenpc]

Eventually, the door slid open, and permitted Mirai entrance into the office.

It was a fairly simple affair, with wide windows and a northern exposure offering abundant natural light, unadorned but well-crafted wooden furniture with cushions just thick enough to be reasonably comfortable, and a few calligraphic prints and elegant flower arrangements providing decoration.

Mirai would have to look down a bit to see Sekimiya herself at first, short as she was, but she stepped back to allow him entrance. "I'm glad you chose to come by so quickly. Please, have a seat."