Elena wasn't nervous. Seriously.

There were about nine hundred reasons why she should be nervous. For one, she hadn't told Tseng she was coming here. For two, she had this really distressing tendency to turn into a kitten lately, like, twice in the past month, and what if that happened right while she was talking to Tseng? She would never live ( Read more... )

Another week, another weekly report. She was going to have to ask Reno some time how he came up with topics every week.

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Elena was in a mood. She wasn't sure why she was in a mood. Last night had been awesome. Maybe she was mildly cranky from being hungover? Please, she hadn't even been that drunk.

For whatever reason, she was crabby. Which was a very bad time to write a report to the boss, but like she cared.

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