Ren sat on his soft leather couch and stared intently at the evil electronic device which taunted him with his cowardice.
"I should not be a bother," he sighed morosely as he placed the cursed object on his coffee table.
The number one actor in Japan exchanged his cell phone for a small snifter of brandy. The amber-colored liquid slid smoothly down his throat and he closed his weary eyes. For the hundredth time since today's lunch, Ren wondered if Kyoko liked the outfit he unwittingly purchased. He wagered that the skirt and blouse were perfect for the part of Yuuko. After all, his manager read the script a number of times before they discussed the merits of accepting the role of Masanori, a character aptly named for his sense of justice.
The actor's thoughts shifted again to the tantalizing prospect of silencing the teasing from his cellular phone. His fingers practically itched with the desire to use said device. Ren clasped his hand into a fist before bowing to the inevitable. He would find no peace otherwise. With a sigh, Ren flipped open his phone and hit speed dial number one.
