Post by Sakura Hitori on Mar 10, 2014 22:38:21 GMT -5
The sparkling rays of the mid-morning sky seeped in through the studio windows, casting light shadows along the office furniture. It was a room assigned to the popular boy group by the office managers, providing both a conference table and a snall practice room. The modern, yet comfortable, interior decor was perfectly up to par with luxurious exterior of the Simple Apple building, proving its high status as a music company. The whitenette rested on the leather loveseat, impatiently tossing a tennis ball in the air dangerously close to crystal chandelier that shaded the room. But he didn't care a single bit; he's broken at least three of thr shards so far, another wouldn't hurt him. The building was nice to the common eye but after spending everyday of every week in the office space, the sight grew a little bland.
Today Sakura had been ordered to complete some errands in preperation for the SUPER☆RANGERS' upcoming single. Correcting a few of his harmonizations, deciding outfits for the CD jacket's photoshoot, and discussing his plans for advertising and media opportunities; today was supposed to be strictly business. However, the group's manager was a fairly easy target for the redtless, young teen's antics. Her cemented, seemingly grumpy disposition only made Sakura want to bully her even more. How was that to solve anything? Normally it never dod much but sometimes, on a really good day, he's able tp get her to crack a smile. And there was nothing cuter than a girl's pure smile.
A small smirk curled onto the idol's hamdsome featres as he recalled the sights of female grins he's caused over his years. It was really sappy to thing thar such a simple thing made him happy - it was his own secret pleasure. Distracted, the teen tossed the tennis ball a bit higher than expected, watching ot hit the crystal chandelier and sending the decorative shards rippling.
CODED BY ELECTRIC OF GANGNAM STYLE
notes: sorry this i didnt get this up sooner;;
