[center][h2][color=#F7D358]Sora[/color][/h2][/center]
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	A young man stood outside the wide doors of the meeting room with a gray briefcase next to his feet. He stood out among the rest of the people in the building with his unkempt appearance. From between the slits of the brown strands of hair, one could see the investigator's tired, silver eyes looking at one of the walls in the corridors, his mouth moving subtly as if to speak with no voice. He kept rhythym with one of his feet tapping on the ground, clearly agitating the secretary across him. His tie was loose enough that the knot reached down to the first button below his neck. A part of his shirt was tucked out of his pants, and the other part, obscured by the pardessus he had folded on his arm. 

	Through the music in his ear, he heard an obscure noise. He seemed surprised for a moment, rewinding to listen again, and just there, he heard the sound again. Again, he rewinded, and the sound grew louder. He raised his head to see the woman behind the secretary desk glaring at him. As he took out one of his earphone's, he shook his head as if to ask what she wanted. With a loud hissing whisper, she snarked back. [b]"Stop that! With your foot! For the last twenty minutes...!"[/b] The young investigators head sunk into his chest, grinning apologetically. [color=#F7D358]"Sorry,"[/color] he answered a bit loudly as hints of the music he had been listening to could be heard faintly throughout the echoing corridors. When he stopped tapping his foot, the woman sat down, clearly still annoyed. His eye wandered off as he put his earphone back in, mumbling.

[center][color=#F7D358]"I wonder..."[/color][/center]

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