Week 4, Thursday Afternoon - Andersen

[crimsonsparrow]

[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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[crimsonsparrow]

[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.

[crimsonsparrow]

[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.

END SCENE.]