Feast of Emotion

Dexter sat in the office of the Oceanic Record's Headquarters. He'd just finished a boatload of paperwork which contained the signing of new artists and the paying of others. Even though he didn't like doing it, it meant the prosperity of his label and he'd put that above anything. Plus, Lucina had decided she wanted to take a vacation which was the most selfish thing he'd heard her say. His hair laid over his forehead and he frowned his face. To add on to his frustration, Dexter had to been left alone.

Knock, Knock. There were two soft taps on his office door. Arm lifting, Dexter threw Tenrairyu by her hilt and allowed the tip of the blade to pierce through the hinges of his door which caused it to fall over. Behind it stood a girl who seemed to be the same age as Dexter. She wore a skin-tight blue Marine leotard with a badge mounted on it. Her own dark-skinned complexion match Dexter's own. She had a beautiful long green mane which flew in the wind as she slightly turned her head to the hinges that were no long existant. Shifting her view back onto Dexter, she stared at him for a minute and waited in silence.

From behind her, a man standing at three feet rushed through the door gasping for air. The man was elderly evident by the wrinkles across his skin and his color-less hair. The man jumped on top of Dexter's desk kicking his papers off. He rubbed his hands in a mischevious manner and spoke, "Hehe, Dex-sama!" he exclaimed, mouth wide opening showing off his disgusting rotting brown teeth. "T-That b-broken d-door is gonna' cost you around 200,000."

Hand flopping, Dexter simply nodded in agreement kicking the man out of his office. That man's name was old man Spinkles--Dexter's contracted Carpenter who purposely ripped him off because he knew Dexter was too busy to even argue prices with him. Dexter was not blind to this fact, but he never complained because Spinkles always got the job done within that same day. No matter how big or how little.