[The whole outfit is spaciously decorated. On the wall there's scattered rock posters, some of them faded beyond recognition. There's an old Victorian couch and a dirty rug, and tucked behind the set a small olive-colored refrigerator covered in novelties and magazine clippings. It's so large, that the pool table hardly stands out. But the in dead center of the room there's a desk and a guy. The guy is lounging with his feet up on the desk, looking like he's taking a nap, even if he's expecting company.]
[Koizumi walks slowly across the room, making sure to take in everything about the room they're in. He stops a few steps behind the desk, looking at the man behind it.]
Ah, I hope I didn't come at a bad time. Dante-san?
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Ah, I hope I didn't come at a bad time. Dante-san?