;;;I don't know what set me off first but I know what I C A N ' T S T A N D Everybody acts[knows]like the fact of the matter is I can't add up to what {♚} can------------>>
>>--inhuman--perfection & malicious-god entered your office.
--Masaomi was working, especially hard. Files were spread across his desk in organized chaos, stacks that would make sense only to him, as his fingers flurried across keys. One screen held three open chat screens, which he responded to swiftly. Another held his data input program. On another he had the 3D schematics of an office building in Tokyo, his next professional assignment;;
--He was supposed to be heading out there sometime in the next few days and was diligently getting in with the people who worked there. The underrated and pissed off IT head, the lonely secretary with all the keys, the security guard always stuck with nights and weekends. With these three in his pocket it wouldn't take him more than a few days to get what he wanted and get out, leaving not a trace of his involvement, or what he had taken;;
--He didn't look up immediately to the guest, choosing to finish off his chat screens, but when he did his hand immediately went to the technological kill switch under his desk. All of his computers shut off in a blink, the data drives soft hum silencing instantly. He looked at the man in front of his with cold eyes and a slightly tilted head;;
Izaya. What do you want?
