just read the latest chapter; muse isn't happy with mun's amusement

[rittie]

Look Mun-san... I'm getting enough crap from Takano-san already for what happened. I don't need you laughing at me, too.

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[officehoursover]

The person happily living in a pig sty has no business complaining about any further 'crap' he's given, Onodera.

ffff i didn't realize all of my icons are inactive, I'M SORRY ;A;

[rittie]

[Speak of the Devil, and he shall appear.]

How I live is no business of yours. I got on just fine in there.

these things happen!

[officehoursover]

Swimming in dirt pools, climbing on paper stacks. The perfect habitat of a rising slob.

[rittie]

Well not everyone has the time to keep their place immaculate, you know. I have other things to worry about.

[officehoursover]

Like dropping off your feet. I hear that's the sort of thing that takes a good deal of time. You're an idiot, aren't you, Onodera?

[rittie]

[Hey, not like he had anything else he could have been doing.]

Would you stop calling me that? You make it sound like it happens all the time.

[officehoursover]

Clearly, the solution is to keep you on tight watch and see how often it happens.

[rittie]

Tight watch?! It -- that was the first time it's happened and you know it! I don't need a babysitter!

[officehoursover]

And yet all I hear are the crying and squirming of a child. It's been decided. Give it a rest.

[rittie]

You can't just break into my apartment, you know. You see me enough at work as it is.

[officehoursover]

Have you been counting the minutes?

[rittie]

I don't need to to know how long we spend in the office together. There's a clock on the wall for that.

Have you been counting the minutes, or something?

[officehoursover]

Seven hundred forty-eight, on average.

[rittie]

Why would you count the minutes, Takano-san?

[officehoursover]

'There's a clock on the wall,' you king among idiots.

[rittie]

Normal people count hours, though.

[officehoursover]

If I tell you in hours, realizing the amount of time you spend at work will depress you. Worse for me, you might ask for time off. Forget it.

[rittie]

And hearing it in minutes is supposed to make me feel better? If anything, it's worse.

Like you'd give anyone time off.

[officehoursover]

Twelve hours and twenty-eight minutes.

[rittie]

[Yeah, hours is pretty depressing, too.]

You didn't actually have to tell me.

[officehoursover]

If we're to keep count of all the things I do or don't actually have to do, we'll be here for another twelve hours and twenty-eight minutes, and your face will be considerably more flushed. Don't blame it on me later.

[rittie]

Well then let me tell you one thing you don't have to do: break into my apartment and babysit me.

And I am NOT flushed!

[officehoursover]

Then, I'll be sure to only babysit when you open the door.

[rittie]

You're impossible, Takano-san. You have your own work to do, anyway.

[officehoursover]

What's one to do with the other?