The sometime later or the next day…
Tick;Tick;Tick; the wall clock's hands where moving by the second. There was a trail of smoke left by the cigarette in the older mans hand. His attire was roman toga style with his men fanning him. Carefully feeding him grapes. The roman glared at the person cross the way. Whom was hanging his head in front of him. Causally, he lifted one of his hands. Flicking his wrist to wave the workers off for a private conversation. The roman leaned forward form his lax position smushing his poison in the ash tray on the way. "This is your call Kuon," Lory said as he inspected Ren's body language. Hunched over with worry, clenching his clammy hands together. He looked deeply troubled. Lory couldn't help but feel pity for the man. He let out a sigh, "If you do not feel ready to go back…. Then no one is forcing your hand." Lory hoped this would ease his mind.
Ren knitted his eyebrows together as his right hand slid up to his left wrist. Gripped the leather band on his arm. His hand was over his watch gripping around it as if he was holding on to dear life. His stare aiming at the floor as if poor fellow would find the answers he needed there. Having enough at the sad sight, Lory motioned himself over to his land phone. Ren head the click of a dial snapping his attention. He whipped his head up to face the president, "What are you doing?" The 'wise' man's eyes glazed over to the actor. "Well just by looking at you it is clear to know your answer. I'm calling to get the information I need to contact the company. I need to tell them that 'Ren Tsuruga' is declining the offer." The president was almost finish dialing. This urge drummed, "I haven't decided that yet," Ren exclaimed. The president halted his thumb on the final number. Ren tour his eyes away form the man, "…I just need some time to think it over." Lory's lips pulled a smirk, "I'm at least happy to see you fighting back." He shut the phone and lazily put it back down. Ren's focus shifted back at the man as he gave the president a bewildered look.
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Tapping on the table of the cafe in the L.M.E building, Kyoko studied the concept scrip. Reading the side notes of how they would want the lines to delivered. Her other hand was in her mouth; nipping at her thumbnail. She tired to concentrate on the words in front of her. But her mind couldn't help but wonder. The look that Tsuruga- san had… He looked pale as soon as Yashiro- san said United States. Out of aggregation her finger started to tap faster. Her mind cross-examining the recent events like a puzzle that needed to be solved. Shaking her head, She tried to refocus her attention. Eventually a mug softly landed next to her on the woodwork. She looked over at it and darted at who placed it. "Imagining mansions," Yashiro playfully asked as he pulled up a chair across from her. "No," Kyoko lightly laughed. Yashiro took a sip of his own tea, "Then maybe you are thinking about Ren…". He mentioned it as a joke and part of her knew that. But her face froze. "Eh..,"Yashiro's froze in return. Kyoko broke the silence, "I was just thinking that if we both got these roles. How great it world be to pick up more tricks from him. That's really all." She put on her best acting skills. And attempted with a cool demeanor to reached for her coffee. Poor Ren, Yashiro thought to himself, Still hasn't made any dent in that area. He started to pity the actor. Kyoko stared into the mug pensively,"…That is if he goes …" She let one of her worries slip.
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Ren leaned his heavy body against a wall in front of the president's office weighing out his opinions. Thoughts flooding his mind, Was it really time to go back to that place? This might be my only shot too. He took a good hard look at his shackle of a watch. I don't have much time to think about this. It's really now or never. He took a deep breath. Ren opened his schedule app on his phone to see what else he had to do that day. Making his way to down the escalator.
On his way down to the lobby two familiar figures caught his eye in the window of L.A. hearts cafe. Yashiro and Kyoko where sitting talking to each other about what? He did not know. They were unaware of their surroundings. Most of Ren's attention was on the young woman whom was sipping on hot liquid. He took in this moment. That's right. Whatever this role is... There will be a chance to work with her again. Her gravity pulling him in. Pulsating. Even if there is a chance... I want to see … He unknowingly entered the cafe in his spell like trance. His heavy footsteps walked up behind her, "…That is if he goes…". Ren snapped back into reality. Seeing the context clues around him, it didn't take to long for him to realize what they were talking about. "Who said I wasn't going?" Kyoko jolted at the sound of his voice. Eyes widened while turning around to see the tall actor behind her. "Yashiro, I made my decision. Can you tell them that I'll be going to the audition?" They both were glad to hear Ren's confident words. "Right away. I'll make a cleared week for you both," Yashiro went straight for his pocket to get his gloves on. He quickly stood reaching for his cell phone and went to a private corner.
Ren pulled out the seat that their manger was just in and sat. He glance down at the open script, "May I," he pointed at it. "Oh, here." she nodded and then handed it over to him. "It is actually kind of hard to put myself into character when I don't really know who they could be," She commented. His eyes scanned the highlighted lines on her script. Ren noted that it was all the main protagonist lines. "I'm sure you will find your character soon enough. You always do." He reassured her as his fingers glided the papers back to her. Kyoko felt her body tingle, "Thank you, Tsuruga-san." Ren's pupils dilated a bit as her face turn a light shade of red. His body twitched, having a mind of it's own. Catching himself before making a mistake of reaching out. His hands clasped around his arms. Crossed arms gripping tight a big bang vibrated against the table. Kyoko jolted back from the noise. "Ar- are you alright, Tsuruga-san?" He heard worry in her voice. Calming himself down, he nodded to reassure her again. "Yeah, it's nothing. Is there any questions that you want to go over with me Mogami- san?" With that, her face lit up. Rapid firing questions at him.
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End of Ch. 2
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A/N: Hi again! I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. This story might turn out to be a slow burnish. I still have no set goal as to what I fully want to do yet. So If you have any tidbit of ideas I am always open to hear them! Just any feed back or reviews would be awesome! Thank you for reading so far! I really appreciate your time! :)