[ For everyone's reference: Hikaru Shinta has been absolutely fucking boring for the past week. Work at the police station has picked up a bit with some new cases, it's paper checking season at the university, and a butt load of new requests to translate this or chip in his two cents for that have come around, effectively keeping him holed up in the office of the penthouse he and Joshua LaRue share.
In light of all that, maybe one can say that it's the universe's fault. Those who know Hikaru best, however, are likely perfectly aware of the fact that he brought this unto himself. He LIKES being busy, see. He'll complain about being overworked and how he longs for a vacation, but then he gets bored so quickly and find some other new thing to kill himself over.
Really: he ought to stop doing that.
Anyway, he's at his desk, working through a cigarette, flipping through a book so heavy and thick it might as well be a murder weapon. He is, of course, blissfully unaware of how he looks right now: dressed down in a loose shirt that's just barely buttoned up and silk pants, eyes on the prize, lips pressed together, brows furrowed in concentration. He's also unaware of the fact that Naoki, his monstrously huge cat is curled up in a disgruntled heap on the table, eyeing his master with Grave Disapproval. ]
distractions. [Just Future Things]
In light of all that, maybe one can say that it's the universe's fault. Those who know Hikaru best, however, are likely perfectly aware of the fact that he brought this unto himself. He LIKES being busy, see. He'll complain about being overworked and how he longs for a vacation, but then he gets bored so quickly and find some other new thing to kill himself over.
Really: he ought to stop doing that.
Anyway, he's at his desk, working through a cigarette, flipping through a book so heavy and thick it might as well be a murder weapon. He is, of course, blissfully unaware of how he looks right now: dressed down in a loose shirt that's just barely buttoned up and silk pants, eyes on the prize, lips pressed together, brows furrowed in concentration. He's also unaware of the fact that Naoki, his
monstrously hugecat is curled up in a disgruntled heap on the table, eyeing his master with Grave Disapproval. ]