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He only just notices the pen theft. He looks tempted to take it back. "Be careful if that's a disposable. It's probably got sharp edges."

He's a serial pen chewer.

"But yeah——no one wants to work. I'm down two associates, and morale is...sour. Trying to poach someone from another department."
—'no makeup' look. Keep your hair down. Put you in a clean but lived-in kitchen, making sourdough or something."

Oh!

"Yknow, highlight the whole...'traditional femininity' thing, tell people you're still in touch with your 'divine feminine', and doing so is a liberating choice and all."

Oh no!
"Honestly with how things are right now? If I were permitted to do whatever I wanted with you—and I mean professionally—I'd probably..." he takes a second to think, big blinks. "I'd get you in one of those milkmaid dresses, light coloured, probably with a tiny floral pattern. Small heels. The whole—
"I had forgotten them until 𝘺𝘰𝘶 just mentioned them again," she replies, groaning, "I'm only lucky that I have Sephiroth refusing on my behalf to not partake in the bikini photoshoots."

A look of disgust washes over her face before she shakes her head as if to wipe the memory away again.
"The public needs a circus, Eve. I don't exactly have the bread," he says, as though it excuses the note. "That isn't even that bad of a plan, at least it can pretend to be...actual work. Do you remember the calendars?"

Referring no doubt to the SHINRA equivalent of sexy fireman calendars.

— Mentioning (threatening??) medical just gets a snicker from him. Oh. "I don't——no, Eve, I'm not having a stroke. I wouldn't mind toast, but—" a couple more or those laborious blinks. A sigh. "You are fortunate to be a paw——" stop. "...Not in management. 𝘊𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘴 have no work ethic anymore."
"The public needs a circus, Eve. I don't exactly have the bread," he says, as though it excuses the note. "That isn't even that bad of a plan, at least it can pretend to be...actual work. Do you remember the calendars?"

Referring no doubt to the SHINRA equivalent of sexy fireman calendars.

her eyes squint - face scrunching up as she leans over onto her tip toes to try and catch a glimpse of the scribbled notes -
"... you've gotta be kidding me - does the public REALLY enjoy this shit?" she leans back, muttering expletives beneath her breath, "Fuckin' weirdos..."
"SOLDIER Boulders...that's good, actually. Maybe I could..." he mumbles, forcing himself to open his eyes properly to make a scribble on a sticky note.

It's nearly illegible, but it reads: 「 puff piece w/ photoset of large chested, shirtless SOLDIER moving rocks (disaster relief? manufactured?) 」
— As he scribbles, fingers locking up repeatedly, he says, "Eve, I don't know know anything about 'aura forging' or 'aura yawning' or whatever...that new thing people call 'acting cool'. I'm just, yknow..." he gestures vaguely with the pen hand, "...it's been a day."
"SOLDIER Boulders...that's good, actually. Maybe I could..." he mumbles, forcing himself to open his eyes properly to make a scribble on a sticky note.

It's nearly illegible, but it reads: 「 puff piece w/ photoset of large chested, shirtless SOLDIER moving rocks (disaster relief? manufactured?) 」
"Woe is Mister PR man and his endless task of rolling the SOLDIER Boulder up the mountain..." she mutters, pausing to briefly stretch out each leg with a wince, "I'm not sure what your insinuation is but - HR doesn't scare me."

A pause, followed by an exaggerated sigh, "Okay, but seriously-
"I have...more pressing things to be concerned about," he says, though it sounds more like an automated response than a real answer. Automated and tired. "Not as though you can do much down there unless you want HR involved."

Is that a...joke? It's hard to tell. His tone is completely flat.
"I have...more pressing things to be concerned about," he says, though it sounds more like an automated response than a real answer. Automated and tired. "Not as though you can do much down there unless you want HR involved."

Is that a...joke? It's hard to tell. His tone is completely flat.
Well - at least he didn't go for the low hanging fruit of 'are you just standing up straight?'

"Crouching, obviously," she replies easily, moving her head to rest her chin on the edge, "Took you long enough to notice me."
He just stares. The second-hand clicks some ten or fifteen times, and he states.

"Are you kneeling or crouching?" he asks, as though that is the most pressing issue.
「✢」STARES* it's time to put my head in the oven already
He just stares. The second-hand clicks some ten or fifteen times, and he states.

"Are you kneeling or crouching?" he asks, as though that is the most pressing issue.
Eyes peeking up at him from the other side of his desk.
A long, drawn-out sigh. Amos rubs at the corner of his eyes and blinks tightly.
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SKUNK IN THE PRAM, SKUNK IT UP
LITTLE GUY IS STUNKIN'
AND THE WHEELS ARE THUMPIN'
LOOK AHEAD, THE SKUNK IS BUMPIN'

#art #originalart #digitalart #cuteart #animalart #lgbtartist
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💮She/Her, Wutaian
💮5'2"
💮Post-DoC
💮Heterosexual

21+ mun
18+ only
#AphroditeWT
#FFVIIRP
#RP
「✢」Going to try and slowly claw my way back to being active somewhere. x
He sits, comfy, sipping at a too-sweet "coffee" still boiling hot. The name on the takeaway cup has been crudely scribbled out with a red marker. Calm.