[he nods. It seems they've reached an understanding of a sort. Or at least they can get along. It's satisfactory. Still, the beat throbs in his head and if he can't play it out, he's going to at least write it out. To that end, he gets out his notebook.]
I've got some work to do.
[and he gets to it. Koumei can stay or go as he pleases, but Sabo is soon in his own world]
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I've got some work to do.
[and he gets to it. Koumei can stay or go as he pleases, but Sabo is soon in his own world]