My plotting session turned out rather unsuccessful in terms of what to do about Neku. Although I did manage to redecorate the Dead God's Pad in varying shades of orange and purple without noticing. I hope Neku's bad fashion sense isn't contagious. I debate bringing Hanekoma into the loop but ultimately decide not to open that can of worms. While he does have a more level head when dealing with Neku than I do – not that anyone will ever hear me admit that outside my own head – he becomes unbearable when I need advice on more personal matters.
By the next morning I've managed to clear my schedule for the rest of the week, by which I mean I've foisted off my work on the current Game Master. Poor Uzuki seems to be developing a twitch. I think that I'll have to demote her soon because Kariya has been giving me the evil eye. I swear that man would've taken my job years ago if he wasn't so lazy. But in all seriousness, the longer I think about Neku's reaction, the less sense it makes. He hardly seems like type to pick fights and his music shouldn't have changed so drastically over a simple tiff. In the end I head over to his apartment to pester him some more.
I can honestly say that I hadn't intended to go into the building. I had planned on just calling him down and heading over to the Ramen Don. If Neku had answered his phone it would have probably taken me a lot longer to realize what was going on. It was easy to imprint a neighbor to let me in past security. I had previously managed to wheedle out his floor and apartment number so I took the elevator up. I tried the door and found it unlocked. I later learned that Neku had been on his way out but had been called back before he could leave. We can't agree whether I had the best or the worst timing in the world.