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Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2014 8:14 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 15, 2014 12:03 am
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xxx Ⓢⓔⓘⓙⓘ emotion_bandaid Ⓚⓞⓖⓐⓝⓐⓖⓘ xxx Seiji's Company: Others
"When I started learning the cello, I fell in love with the instrument because it seemed like a voice - my voice."
____________________________________________________________ Seiji watched as the other two left the room, his back resting against his chair comfortably as he sat in silence for a few moments to collect himself. It was too quiet for the two of them to be while in the same room so he glanced over at the other, prepared to conversation. He stopped however, when he saw the concern on the neko's face. He couldn't help but give an expression of amusement. "Now why are you looking at me like I am about to die? I am just fine I said, I only need to a moment to gather my energy so don't look at me as if you pity me."
Gently, Seiji led Fenris to his door where he unlocked it and stepped aside to let him in. He wondered how Fenris's previous master decorated his home and if Fenris would like the décor that would be seen as being obviously picked by Seiji. The colors and designs showed his tastes and personality all too well.
When he finally reached the room he desired, he grew annoyed by what he saw. Cabinets were open and spilling out their contents as papers blew across the floor that was supplied with the wind that was creeping in through the open window. There were broken glasses and what looked like animal droppings in a corner. It was obvious that no one used the room anymore other than animals that invited themselves inside. Sighing, Seiji shut the door behind him and slipped off his white coat after setting down his briefcase. It took him some time, but he managed to clean the room up and organize the supplies that were salvaged.
When it was all done, and the room was to his liking, Seiji sat down with his briefcase and coat at his desk and leaned back in his chair with a medical book in his hands. All he could do now was wait for a patient to pass the time. x x x
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Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2014 10:49 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 17, 2015 11:32 am
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Posted: Tue Feb 17, 2015 7:15 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2015 7:19 am
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Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2015 3:48 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2015 4:14 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2015 7:04 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2015 9:26 pm
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