He grinned at his doodling over his paperwork. Never before had anyone drawn just fantastic stickmen before; the lovely curves of their head, and those sharp lines for their bodys. They almost made Mikami want to...
The door swung open. Mikami was alerted of a pressence of somebody who wasn't normally in his house by the sound and visual of the slamming door of the person who probably wanted to see Mikami. He turned his neck ninty degrees clockwise, and another one eighty degrees, and he saw...him.
The aged man had white hair, a suit, a monocle, another suit, and a mustache. His name tag read "NOT-WATARI". Mikami was puzzled.
"Just who are you, thinking you can waltz into my bathroom like that?" Mikami said, with a stern look on his face.
"Actually, I tangoed into your bathroom." NOT-WATARI replied.
"Oh, okay." Mikami replied, turning his swirly sink around back to his doodled, giggling like a little school elephant.
To be continued...
To be continued...
- CHAPTER 4 END-