Need Something To Do

Eiichiro breifly knocked on the door before turning round and leaning against a bookshelf across the hallway. He pulled a pair of fingerless gloves over his hands and took a small pouch out of his pocket.

Kitaro opened the door and looked at Eiichiro. "havent seen you in here...or anywhere by the way in a long time." Kitaro said turning his head a little to the left.

In one deft movement he thrust the pouch backwards in between two books and tried to hide it with his head."Kitaro-sama" he said dryly, pushing the wad of paper further in. Taking one last look back at where he'd stuffed the pouch he slowly walked into the office. "Sooo, is anything...anything at all?".

(( anyone out there? ... ))