Hisao's Inbox. (Asgard - No longer current.)

[seventeenpills]

Hi. This is Hisao Nakai. Sorry I missed your call - please leave a message.

Beeeep.

 

 

Comments

[predestination]

[She's so glad he likes it, she's grinning.]

Of course not! Go ahead and try it on!

[seventeenpills]

[He slips his old one off carefully so as to not untuck his white shirt, and then carefully puts the new one on - it fits like a glove.]

It feels really nice! How does it look?

[predestination]

It looks great! I'm glad it fits you. I was worried I'd get the measures wrong.

[seventeenpills]

No, your intuition was right on the money. Everything fits perfectly - just enough room in the neck that you can see my tie and everything.

Like I said, if there's ever anything you need, I really would be more than happy to help you out. I like to cook a little, for example - if you ever wanted me to make you dinner or lunch some time you could always ask!

[predestination]

Oh, thank you! I'll think about it, but there's really nothing you have to do for me.

[But wait, chinhands.]

--Ah! I know. How about this? We become friends, and you can consider this one-hundred percent paid!

[seventeenpills]

OK - I think that sounds just fine.

[Actually, he's still pretty sure he's getting the better end of the deal being he gets a new friend AND a snappy new sweater, but still. He extends a hand to be shaken.]

Friends!

[predestination]

[And, she instantly grabs that hand for a handshake.]

Friends!

[seventeenpills]

Perfect!

[He grins and gives her hand a gentle shake.]