Dancing on graves

Izumi and Nakayama are together after getting the loan collections, walking along the bustling street, passing for the norm. Izumi looks to his left then his right then remarks, “Nakama, there’s a lot of people around today, aren’t there. When you have an audience the best thing to do is earn money!” He rips his suit and pants off together and gathers the masses to him, harnessing their overwhelming energy and curiosity to start his showcase. Nakayama heads back to the office alone after face-palming and cursing at him many times.

Takayuki is snoozing in his spinning chair with his legs on the desk and the piles of paperwork he was supposed to have completed today stacked by his feet. Nakayama purposely slams the door shut loudly. “Where’s Izumi?” He hands him the note, Takayuki reads it aloud. “Dear boss, I discovered my potential for breakdancing. I’m going to become a street performer. Sincerely, Izumi.” Torn in two and balled up, the note is tossed on the floor, Takayuki breathes