arrives right on schedule, heading for his desk.

signals for the usual greeting from the D.C. members bustling about, and proceeds to cater to his leader's needs.

becoming very, very good at reading Hibari-san's gestures and moods!

going over his itinerary for the day. There isn't *too* much to do this time around, but he figures it might be good to advance some work--

on the brink of going over exactly *what* he planned on doing with Kusakabe when he poofed, in a tell-tale cloud of pink smoke.

O_O

from ten years into the future has appeared in his younger self's place, dressed <s>to kill</s> for business.

...Aha. Excellent.

pleased with himself. This is going as planned, so far.

O___O

checks his watch, adjusts his collar, knocks a crick out of his neck. Then he looks up, noting Kusakabe's expression. He smirks.

Hello, Tetsu.

W-w-w-w-wha--

My younger self is with your older self now. He should be fine.

stands up. "Need anything done? I can spare approximately 63 minutes. I have a schedule to keep, you know."

A-a-a-a-a-ah--

raises an eyebrow. "...Hm. I'd forgotten how incoherent you used to be. No matter. I'll tease your older self about this later."

the office a once over, completely oblivious to the D.C. members freaking out all around him.

Wao. Too bad I can't give my younger self a pat on the back.

SERIOUSLY FLAILING RIGHT NOW. O__O

yawns. "If you don't have anything, I'll be on my way now. See you in the future, Tetsu."

out the door before Kusakabe can even get a full word in.