Shit, the reporter hadn't listened when he said he wasn't the intern, had she? Tsuzuki turns half around in his chair looking for her, but she's nowhere in sight. Neither is any genuine intern he might pass the job off to.
He has no idea how to do an interview.]
Uh.
[He looks down at the table. The first interviewer had left a few papers there, and a little recording device that might, from the cheery red light, still be recording all of this. He winces in embarrassment.]
... Did she write down the questions...?
[Don't mind him while he shuffles through those papers.]
no subject
Shit, the reporter hadn't listened when he said he wasn't the intern, had she? Tsuzuki turns half around in his chair looking for her, but she's nowhere in sight. Neither is any genuine intern he might pass the job off to.
He has no idea how to do an interview.]
Uh.
[He looks down at the table. The first interviewer had left a few papers there, and a little recording device that might, from the cheery red light, still be recording all of this. He winces in embarrassment.]
... Did she write down the questions...?
[Don't mind him while he shuffles through those papers.]