[There he goes again. So easily shaken, so easily checked. That makes his words no less true. Wandering about and wasting time on useless things as always, Shuichi had been in this state for all the time Seiji has known him. And, stubbornly, no matter how he prods and teases, no matter how he tries to coax and entice him into usefulness, or even to be frank of his wastefulness, the other man remained as stubbornly stuck in place as ever.]
[Endlessly frustrating. It was what had, ultimately, diverted their paths in the end.]
[And it shall be no different here, Matoba expects. A slight sigh escapes through his nose with a quiet air of finality. The director has already become suspicious, so Matoba turns slightly, indicating that he won't keep this pointless production any longer.]
That is so.
[He gazes back at Natori with one of his slight smiles, always knowing something he doesn't voice. Always seeing something. Then his head turns, leaving the other man with only his hidden right.]
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[Endlessly frustrating. It was what had, ultimately, diverted their paths in the end.]
[And it shall be no different here, Matoba expects. A slight sigh escapes through his nose with a quiet air of finality. The director has already become suspicious, so Matoba turns slightly, indicating that he won't keep this pointless production any longer.]
That is so.
[He gazes back at Natori with one of his slight smiles, always knowing something he doesn't voice. Always seeing something. Then his head turns, leaving the other man with only his hidden right.]
Let me know when you are checked in, Natori.