Week 4, Thursday Afternoon - Andersen

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[HELLO FRIEND, someone is knocking at your door! When the door is opened, Andersen will be able to find Suzaku with a typewriter cradled under his arm. It's pretty self-explanatory what he's there for.]

I take it this may lift your spirits?

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[Holy hell. Suzaku was expecting gratitude but this is a whole new side of Andersen. He'd almost appear to really be a child if it wasn't for that voice and general attitude. Despite himself, he grins as he brings the typewriter inside and sets it down on the nearest flat surface.]

The Mayor's Office, of course.

[Yep he went in there again when nobody was looking.]

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Nothing quite so mystical this time, I'm afraid.

[Or, well, it's still kind of surprising if you consider how much the staff jerks them around but?]

I requested one at the front desk, and they opened the door for me.

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Yes. I was quite taken aback, myself. I had thought that I'd get my request for a typewriter denied, or maybe offered something different, like plain ink and parchment, but I was told to simply take the one I'd already found.

[He takes a seat while Andersen examines his new toy.]

So I went back to City Hall, and sure enough, the Mayor's Office was unlocked.

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No, no key.

[Why are you so messy, Andersen? It's embarrassing. But it's fine, he'll find a clean spot and cross his legs.]

Just a note giving me permission to retrieve it.

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What an inelegant way to put it.

[It kind of takes the wind out of his sails.]

But in the end, it's still to your benefit. What are you going to write? Some sort of delightful tragedy?

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What can I say? I enjoy a good ending steeped in misery and suffering.

[It's the demon side of him showing again.]

I would be happy to read one. How would you suggest I pay for your work?

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[Oh a favor like getting you a typewriter out of the goodness of his heart????]

Ah! A deal with a demon, is it?

[He laughs. Oh this is going to be delightful.]

A favor. Alright, why not. I'll agree to it.

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Any time at all? I hope you're not including during our lovely trials.

[He's not quite sure just how much he likes that being lorded over his head. Suzaku, do me a favor and admit to a murder that you didn't commit because I don't like whoever else happens to be implicated. Not his idea of a good time. But, you know, whatever. We're talking about art here. Someone has to have good priorities.]

Although I generally have a distaste for all things human, I'll be quite happy so long as they're being made miserable.

[He's a demon of simple tastes.]

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[Suzaku feels somewhere stuck between being annoyed by Andersen's apparent mirth in his suspicion...but also just enjoying himself. It's the added level of self-deprecation that settles him, honestly. He grins, resting his chin in his hand.]

Alright then, so be it. I'm yours to command, Sir Writer.

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[Chuckling, Suzaku shakes his head and stands.]

Very well. May writers block not impede you.

[Especially since, like, his typing speed has been halved. With a final wave of his hand, he leaves Andersen to his task.

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