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What gives you the idea that I settle arguments in the kitchen at the Headquarters? I don't care what they're arguing about. They can fight for all I care, draw their swords and stab each other. We have a bunch of recruits, more so if we personally go out and find some. They can't refuse an order from the Commandant after all.
And I don't work late nights. That's Dist's job, he handles all the paper work. Or really, it could be Asch. He's the lowest ranking out of all of us, really. Imagine. 17 years old and his superior is 14. Even younger if you count real ages. It's like the replica being bossed around by an toddler. ...Oh, wait, he is. In fact, all of Auldrant is. Imagine that.
Yeah, it's a pain when they leave and empty pot of coffee. But you know what's more disturbing? I saw Legretta empty the pot and when Asch pointed it out to her... She put the contents back. You don't do that. You. Don't. Put. Coffee. Back. After. It's. In. Your. Mug. I don't know what's worse. The fact that she put it back or that she chose strawberry milk as her drink afterwards.
And that bunny slipper I found jammed in the copy machine? ...I hope it was Arietta's. Because last I heard, Dist was the one using it.
And one more thing. Tell Luke that I don't dance. Or bob my head. That's Dist's deal. And he has worse taste in music too.
[OOC: ...I swear. It wasn't just me. Luke helped. We were fueling my Sync muse with stories of the adventures of the Chief of Staff. ]
What gives you the idea that I settle arguments in the kitchen at the Headquarters? I don't care what they're arguing about. They can fight for all I care, draw their swords and stab each other. We have a bunch of recruits, more so if we personally go out and find some. They can't refuse an order from the Commandant after all.
And I don't work late nights. That's Dist's job, he handles all the paper work. Or really, it could be Asch. He's the lowest ranking out of all of us, really. Imagine. 17 years old and his superior is 14. Even younger if you count real ages. It's like the replica being bossed around by an toddler. ...Oh, wait, he is. In fact, all of Auldrant is. Imagine that.
Yeah, it's a pain when they leave and empty pot of coffee. But you know what's more disturbing? I saw Legretta empty the pot and when Asch pointed it out to her... She put the contents back. You don't do that. You. Don't. Put. Coffee. Back. After. It's. In. Your. Mug. I don't know what's worse. The fact that she put it back or that she chose strawberry milk as her drink afterwards.
And that bunny slipper I found jammed in the copy machine? ...I hope it was Arietta's. Because last I heard, Dist was the one using it.
And one more thing. Tell Luke that I don't dance. Or bob my head. That's Dist's deal. And he has worse taste in music too.
[OOC: ...I swear. It wasn't just me. Luke helped. We were fueling my Sync muse with stories of the adventures of the Chief of Staff. ]