This hideout, gutter really, was either the work of a genius or the product of entropy. Strike the brilliance from the equation – Joshua would never be anything but disorder. Who, who thinks it's a good idea to put their base in a sewer?

"You shouldn't really mumble, Neku." A giggle. Was…Was something ghosting across his neck? Silvery locks brushed at the orange-peel haired boy's cheeks followed by dilating capillaries. He almost didn't hear what was said next, the pounding in his ears too loud (quietly saying ohmyohmy and yesohyesoh-ooh).

"Too many can hear your thoughts." To say that the younger's annoyance only rose would have been lying. Torn he was, between retorting back or biting back.

"If I had known that was your kink…"

-X-X-X-

Anything, anything in the world could be his play toy, and the Composer chooses to ignore the city begging to be toyed with and instead pop into Neku's room (while he's in the shower of course, peep show loving mischief), take the younger's phone and changes the ringtone. Set to continue until the call was picked up. Gone before the boy could step out in just a towel and change into his school uniform.

Excellent.

Now all he had to do was wait maybe thirty or so minutes, when the bearer of iceberg eyes would surely be sitting in his first class – English was it (all the more perfect if so, wait until the teacher gets an earful)?

Twenty minutes in and Joshua was becoming bored with waiting, flipping out his trademark orange cell of all things embarrassing and texting something simple, casual, refined in all ways Composer-ish. Yeeees. Off he was, to be a good little voyeur and sit in on that English class.

When he got there, the ringtone was already singing, crashing notes (all of which he was not fond, but they got the message across) and lewd exclamations in a language foreign to most Japanese high school ears. The teacher understood them though. Petite little thing with the sun burning her face red as she stuttered and rushed Neku out of the room, taking his phone and flipping it open. That was perhaps the most idiotic action of her life, as she read the text.

"N-Neku-kun…" The boy didn't look up, fuming. "Are you being sexually harassed?"