"Well I heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do ya?
Well it goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall and the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah."
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"Kind of sad, isn't it? This whole problem with Shibuya."
He glanced over, a small smile curling his lips. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"You know what it means." The boy turned to him, brushing blonde bangs out of his eyes and giving him that knowing smirk. "Don't you think something has to be done to deal with it?"
"Aren't you already doing that?" He asked, taking a sip of the steaming coffee he'd brewed only minutes before. "After all, that's why you're here, looking like you're fifteen, isn't it?"
"I suppose so."
They sat for a while in silence, before the boy stood, his own cup left sitting on the table. "Well, I'm going to get going."
"Where to?"
The boy smiled over at him. "I'm going to need someone to represent me in this week's Game, don't you think? Otherwise, I'd lose my own, personal Game."
He couldn't help but smile a little as well. "Good luck."
"Thank you. I suppose I may need it."
The boy went to exit the small café, but he spoke, and the boy stopped. "Wait. What am I calling you again? Just so I don't forget."
"Joshua. Make sure to remember."
He smiled. "Right. Gotcha."
"Well, see you then, Mr. Hanekoma. Thanks for the talk."
He smiled. "Right. No problem, Joshua. I'm glad to help."
The boy left, then, and Hanekoma pushed his sunglasses higher up onto his nose as he took a sip of his coffee.
"Things are about to get interesting, huh?"