/vt/ - Virtual Youtubers

>be me
>Riku Tazumi
>Im doing nowhing now, vegetating in my office with a sickening headache and a CD player with a new soothin AKB48 playing in it.
>Secretary calls me and i take off my headphones.
>"What is it?" I ask in monotone.
>"Um, Riku-san?" she begins.
>"Ye-es?" I ask condescendingly.
>"Riku-san, a Mr. Anon Anonymous is here to see you," she says nervously.
>"Who?" I snap.
>"Detective Anon Anonymous?"
>I look out my window.
>Then at my monitor.
>Then at the headless woman on my sports magazine.
>Throw magzine into trash.
>I start "Tell him..." I stop and begin again "Tell him im at lunch."
>Secretary puses then whispers "Riku, I think he knows you are here," then adds "Its ten-thirty."
>I sigh in, stalling again.
>In contained panic say "Send him in I guess."
>I stand up and comb my hair in the mirror.
>I pick up my phone prepare myslef to pretend that im talking to Motoaki Tanigo
>"Now Tanigo-kun..." I clear my throat "You have to wear clothes proportional to your physique" I begin talking to nobody.
>"There are definitely dos and donts, good buddy, of waring a bold-striped shirt. A bold-striped shirt calls for solid colored or discretely patterned shirts or ties.."
>The door to the office opens and I wave at the detective, wearing a linen suit designed by Usaken not unlike mine, though his is slightly disheveled in a hip way, which worries me.
>"And a shirt with high yarn count means its more durable than one that does not... Yes i know... But to determine this you have to examine the material weave..."
>I point to to the chair, silently urging the detective to sit down.
>"Tightly woven fabric is created not only by using a lot of yarn but by using yarn of high quality fibers, both long and thin, which... yes... which are... which fabricate a close weave as opposed to short and stubbly fibers and loosely woven fabrics such as knits are extremely delicate and should be treated with great care.."
>Because of the detectives arrival, this day will absolutely suck ass. and I eye him warily as he takes a seat and crosses his legs in a way that fills me with nameless dread
>I realise I have been quiet too long, he turns to see if Im off the phone.
>Right, and.. yes, Tanigo-kun, right. And... yes, always tip the stylist fifteen percent..."
>I pause.
>"No, the tenchou of tha salon should not be tipped."
>I shrug at the detective rolling my eyes.
>He nods, smiles understandingly and recrosses his legs. Nice socks Jesus.
"The girl who washes the hair? It depends. I would say 50 yen or so...." I laugh. "Depends on what she looks like." I laugh harder.
>"Listen Tanigo-kun, I have to go."

>be me
>Riku Tazumi
>Im doing nothing now, vegetating in my office with a sickening headache and a CD player with a new soothin AKB48 playing in it.
>Secretary calls me and i take off my headphones.
>"What is it?" I ask in monotone.
>"Um, Riku-san?" she begins.
>"Ye-es?" I ask condescendingly.
>"Riku-san, a Mr. Anon Anonymous is here to see you," she says nervously.
>"Who?" I snap.
>"Detective Anon Anonymous?"
>I look out my window.
>Then at my monitor.
>Then at the headless woman on my sports magazine.
>Throw magzine into trash.
>I start "Tell him..." I stop and begin again "Tell him im at lunch."
>Secretary puses then whispers "Riku, I think he knows you are here," then adds "Its ten-thirty."
>I sigh in, stalling again.
>In contained panic say "Send him in I guess."
>I stand up and comb my hair in the mirror.
>I pick up my phone prepare myslef to pretend that im talking to Motoaki Tanigo
>"Now Tanigo-kun..." I clear my throat "You have to wear clothes proportional to your physique" I begin talking to nobody.
>"There are definitely dos and donts, good buddy, of waring a bold-striped shirt. A bold-striped shirt calls for solid colored or discretely patterned shirts or ties.."
>The door to the office opens and I wave at the detective, wearing a linen suit designed by Usaken not unlike mine, though his is slightly disheveled in a hip way, which worries me.
>"And a shirt with high yarn count means its more durable than one that does not... Yes i know... But to determine this you have to examine the material weave..."
>I point to to the chair, silently urging the detective to sit down.
>"Tightly woven fabric is created not only by using a lot of yarn but by using yarn of high quality fibers, both long and thin, which... yes... which are... which fabricate a close weave as opposed to short and stubbly fibers and loosely woven fabrics such as knits are extremely delicate and should be treated with great care.."
>Because of the detectives arrival, this day will absolutely suck ass. and I eye him warily as he takes a seat and crosses his legs in a way that fills me with nameless dread
>I realise I have been quiet too long, he turns to see if Im off the phone.
>Right, and.. yes, Tanigo-kun, right. And... yes, always tip the stylist fifteen percent..."
>I pause.
>"No, the tenchou of tha salon should not be tipped."
>I shrug at the detective rolling my eyes.
>He nods, smiles understandingly and recrosses his legs. Nice socks Jesus.
"The girl who washes the hair? It depends. I would say 50 yen or so...." I laugh. "Depends on what she looks like." I laugh harder.
>"Listen Tanigo-kun, I have to go."