hatesthefood

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Not a damn word. Just leave me alone.

If anyone brings me any more paperwork, I might just maim them. Maybe.

[Here comes Aya. With more paperwork.

Which he promptly DROPS on Ken's desk with a satisfying BANG.]

Asshole.

I've been called worse.

More paperwork for you.

I've got more creative ones in my head, but it hurts too much to think about them.

[Aya rolls his eyes.]

There are pills in your desk.

[He might have put them there while you were in the bathroom.

Maybe.]

That requires moving.

Would you prefer the pills or my describing to you what they're serving as the specials in the nearby cafe?

I appreciate the pills, but I still hate you for this.

I'll live.

I don't doubt you will.

Are you sure you're not just punishing me with busywork?

Welcome to the load you would get if I didn't know how to forge your signature.

[He lifts a brow.]

I did offer the pills to help.

... thanks.