[ i love em. Old man yaoi../j ] [ Play as Nakayama! ]

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Orchestra rehearsals were on hold today.

At least that gave Danchou precious time to spend with his dear Nakayama.

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"Good afternoon, Nakayama-kun." Greeted the conductor, as he entered the private office. "You're still busy?" He asks, taking a look at all the scattered papers on the desk.

"Good afternoon, Danchou.. Hm? Oh, yeah. Of course. It never ends." The editor mumbled, still working away at manuscripts.

"Aha, I see.." Danchou nodded as he took a seat on a nearby chair, "You know, that's one of the things I admire about you. How focused you are when making the words and story come to life for the reader.. Its truly commendable."

"..Do you really mean your words, or are you just trying to butter me up to write another review of your orchestra?"

That got a giggle out of Danchou, "Both, actually. But seriously, you’re good at what you do. It’s like you’re conducting your own orchestra, only with words instead of music.”

Nakayama let out a scoff, but there were no real bitterness behind it, "Orchestra, huh? If you say so. But I’m no maestro, Danchou. Just a guy who spends too much time reading over the same sentence a hundred times.”

“Ah, but you’re still creating something beautiful,” Danchou replied, his voice gentle, earnest. “Every word, every sentence you edit—it's all part of something bigger. A story. A melody.”

Nakayama paused from his work, raising a brow, before shaking his head, "You and your.. Cryptic way of thinking."

“Some would call it poetic."

"And some would call it weird... I'm that 'some'."

"Perhaps," Danchou allowed, with that same tranquil smile. "But 'weird' is only another word for 'unique,' right?"

"Uh-huh. You can say that."

A wave of comfy silence fell beteen them, before Danchou spoke up again.

"..Nakayama-kun. How long have you been going at this? Isn't it due for a small break by now? We can go on a walk together, maybe even stop by the cafe for coffee and tea, perhaps?"