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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[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?

[rittie]

It's got plenty to do with it. You'd never let your work suffer, and I don't want you hounding me. Seems like a fair trade off.

[officehoursover]

...really. Is the newbie telling me how to manage my work? Should I be taking notes now, or should I be having you write them down for me?

fff I gotta sleep now (4:40am |D), but I'll return in a few hours haha

[rittie]

No! I'm... ugh, you're being difficult, Takano-san. Just let me manage this myself.

sleep tight!

[officehoursover]

Onodera, I feel as if I don't give you enough praise. You've been doing very well at it, but you're still trying to overachieve at being an absolute nuisance.

You're part of a team. More than that, you're the coordinator. Whenever you take sick, it affects us all. That includes me, the even greater idiot, who assigned you this position. Is something that simple possible for you to understand?

[rittie]

I... I understand that perfectly well, Takano-san. [Though he could have done without some of the insults.]

I am dealing with it, I promise. It just kind of snuck up on me this time, that's all.