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Characters: Muguruma Kensei & Kuna Mashiro
Location: Kensei's cubicle
Date: July 17th, morning
Rating: PG
Summary: Mashiro's happy that Kensei's back. Much internal conflict ensues
Oh boy, was she excited! Mashiro had gotten up especially early today to get all sorts of pretty and professional for her boss to come back to work. Not that she didn't look nice every day, but she wanted to look especially nice. It was Kensei after all, and after going a whole week without him, she had to make up for it. After her shower she'd gone in to her room and picked out her best outfit in her whole closet--which was rather large so that might have said something--before getting dressed. A white, silk blouse with the cutest hang over her petite form and a pair of sand colored slacks over her black sandals. Twice she had done her hair, not happy with it the first time, and tied a pale pink scarf off around her head just behind her bangs.
Then she got to work just ahead of her usual time, glad she had got up early, and waited at the entrance. Everything that she was usually told to do upon arrival was done yesterday, aside from any printouts. There were none, she checked quickly after dressing. Kensei would be so proud! He'd definitely be buying her lunch, Mashiro had made sure of it. But as she waited in all her glowing ball of excitement, she saw that Jerk's car across the parking lot. For a moment she crossed her arms, laptop bag standing on its own next to her thight. "I can't believe him," she muttered to herself, still very irritated with Mayuri. She just wanted to do terrible things to him, things a lady should not ever do because it was obscene and very painful toward said man. But then she saw Kensei's car and smiled again as she bounced on her toes, all thoughts gone for the moment.
Kensei had gotten to the office about an hour earlier than usual, just to catch up on what he missed during the week he spent traveling and check on what Mashiro had accomplished. He was actually quite impressed, his assistant seemed to have done everything he had asked her to and more. There were even notes laying on his desk about a company he was going to research about at a later time. He briefly wondered why she could accomplish so much while he was gone, but seemed to slack a bit while he was there. She probably did it on purpose.
Taking the last notebook out of his briefcase, he flipped through the pages filled with pen ink. He rarely took his laptop with him to other companies: for one, it made him look less business-savvy than he actually was and that gave him an edge, not to mention if his laptop was stolen he'd lose valuable information from his own company and others. The silver-haired man loosened his tie and rolled his shoulders before starting to type out the report about what he had found out about the three companies he had visited.
After waiting another minute by the door, Mashiro got bored of it and decided she'd just have to go upstairs. If he didn't feel like getting out of his stupid car, fine, she'd meet him upstairs. And she would, only because he was there. Gasping, her look of shock turned in to a glare before it washed away in to happiness again. "Kensei!" cried out the young woman as she quickly placed her bag down on the floor and popped up behind his chair in his little cubicle. "Welcome back!" she sounded very happy to see him, as expressed by her sudden loudness in the otherwise quiet to dull-roar work area.
"How was your trip?" her voice then asked without much pause as she gave him a look of question. "Did you do everything you needed to?"
Kensei had heard the familiar footsteps a moment before Mashiro spoke, so he was already swivveling around in his seat when she stepped into his cubicle. He barely managed to contain a grimace at the volume of her voice, but he actually did look happy to see his assistant, even if it only showed in his eyes and not by his usual bored expression. He waited until her assault of questions finally ceased before he spoke.
"It was good, thanks. And yeah, I did. I'll send you a copy of my report when I'm done with it," He jabbed his thumb back towards his computer to illustrate. Crossing his arms, he added, "You got everything I told you to do done. Good job." He, for once, sounded genuinly impressed. "Did you have any problems?"
Telling Mashiro good job when she worked so hard was like telling a child in a toy store they could have anything they wanted. She beamed, glowing still as she was proud of herself. "No! Well, once the day after you left when I lost my Post-It note, but after that no." That day had been a long one, but she had toughed through it and managed to save most of her time. "It was really easy! I don't know why you always sound like it's hard," she continued with a little shrug. "I did okay!"
Yes, and by saying so some mean man accused her of thinking she could do the job better than Kensei. Mashiro was all 100% sure she could not do it better than Kensei. Her week of work was not really what he did, after all. She just actually did her own job twice as well, he was still off doing what he did elsewhere. Big difference.
Kensei couldn't help a chuckle at how proud of herself she looked. At her mention of a Post-It, he gave a bit of a perplexed expression, but decided it best not to ask. Smirking slightly at her mention of how he made the job sound hard, he replied, "Well, I only gave ya basic tasks. Only a bit more than you're used to. When you have to keep in contact with several insiders in all the companies you're researching and not step over the moral line, then let's see if you can call it easy."
Giving a nod over towards her cubicle, Kensei stated, "I left a new list of things for you to do this week. Don't think that just because I'm back you can slack off." The last sentance was said sternly, but the barest hint of a smile was tugging at the corners of his mouth. Mashiro may irritate the hell out of him sometimes, but Kensei really couldn't ask for a more qualified assistant.
A hand propped itself on her hip as she leaned forward and pointed at him. "I saw that," she said in speaking of that smile. She was a trained professional, if only because she saw him frowning all damn day. "And, you even said 'good job.' You know what that means, don't you?" Mashiro was not about to give up on her lunch that easily, she remembered. So, still standing there, she stood up straight and put both hands behind her.
"I want a big lunch! You should take me out to that place up the street later! I didn't pack anything because I knew you were coming today and would definitely owe me." Her white teeth beamed at him as she bounced on her toes yet again. Perky as always.
Kensei, arms still crossed, looked up at her as she made her demands for her hard work over the past week. An eyebrow slowly raised as she confidently waited for his positive answer. Pursing his lips slightly as he considered, he finally gave a shrug. "Alright, fair enough. That sounds reasonable."
He had been planning on going out to lunch anyway, so it wasn't that big of a deal to take Mashiro out and treat her as well. After all, he did have to admit she had earned at least that much. "I should be finishing my report around then, so we'll go when I'm done with it."
"Yay!" Smiling, Mashiro allowed herself to retreat to her cube where she could be heard shuffling through the paperwork he'd left for her. Boring, unimportant, too lazy. They were all set aside as she decided to open her laptop on her desk, a little tune playing as it started up. "Kensei!" she called suddenly while it loaded and rolled her chair out of the compact space to see him in his office.
"There was this guy and he was being really mean. You should beat him up," she stated with a nod. "He made me walk in the rain, in my white outfit! Then he called me names and put words in my mouth."
Kensei shook his head as the young woman practically bounced out of his cubicle, allowing another small smile to spread on his face. She was easy to please. Turning back to his computer, he began to go back to his report. He had gotten in another couple paragraphs before he heard Mashiro's voice again, turning his head slightly as he heard her chair rolling towards the entrance to his cubicle, but kept his eyes on his monitor.
"That so?" Kensei wondered how this guy managed to put words into Mashiro's mouth when she had enough of her own coming out at all times. Finally turning to look at her, he said, "Did you report all this to HR? If it upset you so much you should have them deal with him. There's only so much I can do without bein' fired, y'know. Who was it?"
"Kensei, please, you don't report people if you want to move up in the world! Don't you watch any TV?" Shaking her head, Mashiro tossed some of her lime hair over her shoulder with one half of the scarf end. "He said his name was Mayuri, he works in the development department." Just saying his name left a look upon her face that wasn't much like her own. She wasn't the kind to hate people, just the sort to be angry for a little while and get over it.
Mashiro hated Mayuri. He had humiliated her, treated her most unfairly, accused her of wanting Kensei's job, and many other things that were just incorrect. She could put up with being called names, it happened a lot, but when Kensei had been slandered. . .oh that was a different story entirely. Even Shinji was unhappy with this--they had spoken briefly--though Ichigo had been no help at all.
Kensei noticed the change in Mashiro's attitude, his brow raising slightly. This guy really must have bothered her a lot for her to be acting like that. "Mayuri? I've heard of him, but never met him. Not yet anyway, though it can't be avoided forever." Considering the information Kensei gathered was used to the Developmental Department's advantage, it was a wonder they hadn't crossed paths already. "And reporting somethin' like that doesn't prevent you from moving up," he grumbled, rolling his eyes.
Heaving a sigh, he scratched the side of his neck and then muttered, "But if it'll make you feel better, I'll have a word with him, alright?"
"You're the best, Kensei," Mashiro said, glad to have him be doing something about it. Now she could go play video games on her computer in peace until lunch time. "Oh-" she stopped herself in mid push to get back to her desk.
"You haven't met him?" she asked. "That's weird, he's at all of the meetings that I went to. You should have seen him then. He's this tall, weird, creep with way too much makeup on." Her hands came to cup her cheeks in horror at the thought of all that on someone's face, especially a man's.
Kensei was also about to turn in his chair when Mashiro suddenly addressed him again. At her description of Mayuri, his brows raised as he remembered the person she was speaking of. "Oh, right. Yeah, I know who you're talking about now. I've seen him at meetings but never spoke with him aside from saying what info I've learned from other companies that'd be beneficial to him. But that was just me readin' from a paper, not speaking to him." Scratching idly at his jaw, he added, "He did seem kinda dick-ish."
Nodding, Mashiro gave a great sigh. She then got up and moved around to join Kensei in his cubicle again, sitting on his desk and pulling her feet up so her arms could wrap about her knees. "He was, I don't like him at all." Giving a little shake of her head, a find moved a strand of hair behind her ear while looking down at Kensei. "Did you do something while you were away?" she asked. "You look. . .differentish."
The silver-haired man had turned back to his computer, his fingers pausing over the keys as Mashiro sat on his desk, eyebrow raising slightly when she seemed to make herself comfortable. Inwardly rolling his eyes, he went back to typing until her question was asked. Blinking, Kensei looked up at her. "Uh... No, not really?" he replied slowly, somewhat baffled as to what his assistant noticed. "...How do I look 'differentish'?"
Looking over his face, her brows settled before she gave a shrug of her shoulder. "I dunno," commented the younger worker as she continued to stare at him. Freebees. Hahaha. "Maybe it's your hair," she said. A slender finger pointed in the general direction of his hair, pink painted nails looking glossy in the crappy office lighting. "It could be longer." Inwardly, she frowned. Mashiro needed to stop this silliness before it got out of hand, but he was so cool.
Kensei stared back at her, looking a bit confused as to what could be different about him. It wasn't like he had been on vacation and had come back from a nice week or two of camping. Work was work, no matter where it was. Glancing at the finger she was pointing at him, then reflexively looking up even though he couldn't see his own hair, he murmured, "Well... I did get a trim a couple days before I left..." His eyes went back to Mashiro, wondering if that's what she saw.
"Eh," she looked away by force. This was terrible. Mashiro had two options and one of them was not something she could just do. This was her boss, and she was sure telling him she liked him was somewhere under the harassment clause. Damn it all. "Maybe it's all in my head," she offered instead. Looking off to the runway outside of the cubicle, she began to hum for a moment. All men were jerks.
Kensei blinked, shook his head slightly, then went back to typing. While the dark eyed man was exceptionally sharp for noticing every little thing about most people and places, when it came to women he was blind. Unless they were a business 'target', he generally didn't notice much about them, which had already gotten him a few glares from Mashiro for not noticing a new outfit or accessory. He let her sit, continuing on his report with a mildly bored expression on his face.
He was only going to get more glares too, because that's all she could do to satisfy her hate for working for him. On more than one occasion she had considered quitting, but that really wouldn't get her anyway. It was just easier for her to suck it up and deal with it. At least she got to see him everyday.
That actually sounded really pathetic when she thought about it, so she frowned with a huff. "Kensei. . ." she whined while picking up some office object or another off of the desk and fiddling with it. "When's lunch?
Glancing over at her, minorly irritated that she wasn't doing the work he had assigned, he sighed a bit and glanced at his watch. "It's still almost two hours until break, Mashiro," he grumbled. Continuing to type, Kensei asked, "Why, is the place really that good to eat at?" He usually brought his lunches because he hadn't found a place nearby that was worth going to multiple times a week.
For a moment her eyes lit up. She wasn't fat from all the food she shoved in her face because she worked out, it was her life saver really. Though, Mashiro did have an amzing metabolism. Anyway, she loved eating and the place she was going to make Kensei take her. "It's awesome," she said brightly. "You'll like it, I bet."
"Sounds good. Here's hopin'," Kensei replied off-handedly, mostly focused on his report. He hoped it was as good as his assistant said it was, it would be nice to go out every now and then.
Yes, go out. With her. Mashiro let her feet slip off of the edge and swung them before jumping down. "If you need me, you know where I'll be," she left standing tall with a hop in her step. Jerk. He wasn't even paying attenion!
Oblivious to the silent namecalling, Kensei nodded. "Don't forget that new list is on your desk," he reminded. He knew he'd have to continue to remind her during the week. He wondered how on earth she managed to get so much done while he was gone when she seemed to goof off so much while he was here.
If she did what he told her to every day, he would never notice her. Reason said that she had to do her work in such a fashion that it would get done, and though she wouldn't need prompting, any boss would tell her to do it anyway. Thusly, Kensei woul dhave to pay attention to her. Mashiro was not afraid to be a child if she needed to. "I won't!" she called over the wall as she sat down, picking up the paper and reading it. Boring.
Location: Kensei's cubicle
Date: July 17th, morning
Rating: PG
Summary: Mashiro's happy that Kensei's back. Much internal conflict ensues
Oh boy, was she excited! Mashiro had gotten up especially early today to get all sorts of pretty and professional for her boss to come back to work. Not that she didn't look nice every day, but she wanted to look especially nice. It was Kensei after all, and after going a whole week without him, she had to make up for it. After her shower she'd gone in to her room and picked out her best outfit in her whole closet--which was rather large so that might have said something--before getting dressed. A white, silk blouse with the cutest hang over her petite form and a pair of sand colored slacks over her black sandals. Twice she had done her hair, not happy with it the first time, and tied a pale pink scarf off around her head just behind her bangs.
Then she got to work just ahead of her usual time, glad she had got up early, and waited at the entrance. Everything that she was usually told to do upon arrival was done yesterday, aside from any printouts. There were none, she checked quickly after dressing. Kensei would be so proud! He'd definitely be buying her lunch, Mashiro had made sure of it. But as she waited in all her glowing ball of excitement, she saw that Jerk's car across the parking lot. For a moment she crossed her arms, laptop bag standing on its own next to her thight. "I can't believe him," she muttered to herself, still very irritated with Mayuri. She just wanted to do terrible things to him, things a lady should not ever do because it was obscene and very painful toward said man. But then she saw Kensei's car and smiled again as she bounced on her toes, all thoughts gone for the moment.
Kensei had gotten to the office about an hour earlier than usual, just to catch up on what he missed during the week he spent traveling and check on what Mashiro had accomplished. He was actually quite impressed, his assistant seemed to have done everything he had asked her to and more. There were even notes laying on his desk about a company he was going to research about at a later time. He briefly wondered why she could accomplish so much while he was gone, but seemed to slack a bit while he was there. She probably did it on purpose.
Taking the last notebook out of his briefcase, he flipped through the pages filled with pen ink. He rarely took his laptop with him to other companies: for one, it made him look less business-savvy than he actually was and that gave him an edge, not to mention if his laptop was stolen he'd lose valuable information from his own company and others. The silver-haired man loosened his tie and rolled his shoulders before starting to type out the report about what he had found out about the three companies he had visited.
After waiting another minute by the door, Mashiro got bored of it and decided she'd just have to go upstairs. If he didn't feel like getting out of his stupid car, fine, she'd meet him upstairs. And she would, only because he was there. Gasping, her look of shock turned in to a glare before it washed away in to happiness again. "Kensei!" cried out the young woman as she quickly placed her bag down on the floor and popped up behind his chair in his little cubicle. "Welcome back!" she sounded very happy to see him, as expressed by her sudden loudness in the otherwise quiet to dull-roar work area.
"How was your trip?" her voice then asked without much pause as she gave him a look of question. "Did you do everything you needed to?"
Kensei had heard the familiar footsteps a moment before Mashiro spoke, so he was already swivveling around in his seat when she stepped into his cubicle. He barely managed to contain a grimace at the volume of her voice, but he actually did look happy to see his assistant, even if it only showed in his eyes and not by his usual bored expression. He waited until her assault of questions finally ceased before he spoke.
"It was good, thanks. And yeah, I did. I'll send you a copy of my report when I'm done with it," He jabbed his thumb back towards his computer to illustrate. Crossing his arms, he added, "You got everything I told you to do done. Good job." He, for once, sounded genuinly impressed. "Did you have any problems?"
Telling Mashiro good job when she worked so hard was like telling a child in a toy store they could have anything they wanted. She beamed, glowing still as she was proud of herself. "No! Well, once the day after you left when I lost my Post-It note, but after that no." That day had been a long one, but she had toughed through it and managed to save most of her time. "It was really easy! I don't know why you always sound like it's hard," she continued with a little shrug. "I did okay!"
Yes, and by saying so some mean man accused her of thinking she could do the job better than Kensei. Mashiro was all 100% sure she could not do it better than Kensei. Her week of work was not really what he did, after all. She just actually did her own job twice as well, he was still off doing what he did elsewhere. Big difference.
Kensei couldn't help a chuckle at how proud of herself she looked. At her mention of a Post-It, he gave a bit of a perplexed expression, but decided it best not to ask. Smirking slightly at her mention of how he made the job sound hard, he replied, "Well, I only gave ya basic tasks. Only a bit more than you're used to. When you have to keep in contact with several insiders in all the companies you're researching and not step over the moral line, then let's see if you can call it easy."
Giving a nod over towards her cubicle, Kensei stated, "I left a new list of things for you to do this week. Don't think that just because I'm back you can slack off." The last sentance was said sternly, but the barest hint of a smile was tugging at the corners of his mouth. Mashiro may irritate the hell out of him sometimes, but Kensei really couldn't ask for a more qualified assistant.
A hand propped itself on her hip as she leaned forward and pointed at him. "I saw that," she said in speaking of that smile. She was a trained professional, if only because she saw him frowning all damn day. "And, you even said 'good job.' You know what that means, don't you?" Mashiro was not about to give up on her lunch that easily, she remembered. So, still standing there, she stood up straight and put both hands behind her.
"I want a big lunch! You should take me out to that place up the street later! I didn't pack anything because I knew you were coming today and would definitely owe me." Her white teeth beamed at him as she bounced on her toes yet again. Perky as always.
Kensei, arms still crossed, looked up at her as she made her demands for her hard work over the past week. An eyebrow slowly raised as she confidently waited for his positive answer. Pursing his lips slightly as he considered, he finally gave a shrug. "Alright, fair enough. That sounds reasonable."
He had been planning on going out to lunch anyway, so it wasn't that big of a deal to take Mashiro out and treat her as well. After all, he did have to admit she had earned at least that much. "I should be finishing my report around then, so we'll go when I'm done with it."
"Yay!" Smiling, Mashiro allowed herself to retreat to her cube where she could be heard shuffling through the paperwork he'd left for her. Boring, unimportant, too lazy. They were all set aside as she decided to open her laptop on her desk, a little tune playing as it started up. "Kensei!" she called suddenly while it loaded and rolled her chair out of the compact space to see him in his office.
"There was this guy and he was being really mean. You should beat him up," she stated with a nod. "He made me walk in the rain, in my white outfit! Then he called me names and put words in my mouth."
Kensei shook his head as the young woman practically bounced out of his cubicle, allowing another small smile to spread on his face. She was easy to please. Turning back to his computer, he began to go back to his report. He had gotten in another couple paragraphs before he heard Mashiro's voice again, turning his head slightly as he heard her chair rolling towards the entrance to his cubicle, but kept his eyes on his monitor.
"That so?" Kensei wondered how this guy managed to put words into Mashiro's mouth when she had enough of her own coming out at all times. Finally turning to look at her, he said, "Did you report all this to HR? If it upset you so much you should have them deal with him. There's only so much I can do without bein' fired, y'know. Who was it?"
"Kensei, please, you don't report people if you want to move up in the world! Don't you watch any TV?" Shaking her head, Mashiro tossed some of her lime hair over her shoulder with one half of the scarf end. "He said his name was Mayuri, he works in the development department." Just saying his name left a look upon her face that wasn't much like her own. She wasn't the kind to hate people, just the sort to be angry for a little while and get over it.
Mashiro hated Mayuri. He had humiliated her, treated her most unfairly, accused her of wanting Kensei's job, and many other things that were just incorrect. She could put up with being called names, it happened a lot, but when Kensei had been slandered. . .oh that was a different story entirely. Even Shinji was unhappy with this--they had spoken briefly--though Ichigo had been no help at all.
Kensei noticed the change in Mashiro's attitude, his brow raising slightly. This guy really must have bothered her a lot for her to be acting like that. "Mayuri? I've heard of him, but never met him. Not yet anyway, though it can't be avoided forever." Considering the information Kensei gathered was used to the Developmental Department's advantage, it was a wonder they hadn't crossed paths already. "And reporting somethin' like that doesn't prevent you from moving up," he grumbled, rolling his eyes.
Heaving a sigh, he scratched the side of his neck and then muttered, "But if it'll make you feel better, I'll have a word with him, alright?"
"You're the best, Kensei," Mashiro said, glad to have him be doing something about it. Now she could go play video games on her computer in peace until lunch time. "Oh-" she stopped herself in mid push to get back to her desk.
"You haven't met him?" she asked. "That's weird, he's at all of the meetings that I went to. You should have seen him then. He's this tall, weird, creep with way too much makeup on." Her hands came to cup her cheeks in horror at the thought of all that on someone's face, especially a man's.
Kensei was also about to turn in his chair when Mashiro suddenly addressed him again. At her description of Mayuri, his brows raised as he remembered the person she was speaking of. "Oh, right. Yeah, I know who you're talking about now. I've seen him at meetings but never spoke with him aside from saying what info I've learned from other companies that'd be beneficial to him. But that was just me readin' from a paper, not speaking to him." Scratching idly at his jaw, he added, "He did seem kinda dick-ish."
Nodding, Mashiro gave a great sigh. She then got up and moved around to join Kensei in his cubicle again, sitting on his desk and pulling her feet up so her arms could wrap about her knees. "He was, I don't like him at all." Giving a little shake of her head, a find moved a strand of hair behind her ear while looking down at Kensei. "Did you do something while you were away?" she asked. "You look. . .differentish."
The silver-haired man had turned back to his computer, his fingers pausing over the keys as Mashiro sat on his desk, eyebrow raising slightly when she seemed to make herself comfortable. Inwardly rolling his eyes, he went back to typing until her question was asked. Blinking, Kensei looked up at her. "Uh... No, not really?" he replied slowly, somewhat baffled as to what his assistant noticed. "...How do I look 'differentish'?"
Looking over his face, her brows settled before she gave a shrug of her shoulder. "I dunno," commented the younger worker as she continued to stare at him. Freebees. Hahaha. "Maybe it's your hair," she said. A slender finger pointed in the general direction of his hair, pink painted nails looking glossy in the crappy office lighting. "It could be longer." Inwardly, she frowned. Mashiro needed to stop this silliness before it got out of hand, but he was so cool.
Kensei stared back at her, looking a bit confused as to what could be different about him. It wasn't like he had been on vacation and had come back from a nice week or two of camping. Work was work, no matter where it was. Glancing at the finger she was pointing at him, then reflexively looking up even though he couldn't see his own hair, he murmured, "Well... I did get a trim a couple days before I left..." His eyes went back to Mashiro, wondering if that's what she saw.
"Eh," she looked away by force. This was terrible. Mashiro had two options and one of them was not something she could just do. This was her boss, and she was sure telling him she liked him was somewhere under the harassment clause. Damn it all. "Maybe it's all in my head," she offered instead. Looking off to the runway outside of the cubicle, she began to hum for a moment. All men were jerks.
Kensei blinked, shook his head slightly, then went back to typing. While the dark eyed man was exceptionally sharp for noticing every little thing about most people and places, when it came to women he was blind. Unless they were a business 'target', he generally didn't notice much about them, which had already gotten him a few glares from Mashiro for not noticing a new outfit or accessory. He let her sit, continuing on his report with a mildly bored expression on his face.
He was only going to get more glares too, because that's all she could do to satisfy her hate for working for him. On more than one occasion she had considered quitting, but that really wouldn't get her anyway. It was just easier for her to suck it up and deal with it. At least she got to see him everyday.
That actually sounded really pathetic when she thought about it, so she frowned with a huff. "Kensei. . ." she whined while picking up some office object or another off of the desk and fiddling with it. "When's lunch?
Glancing over at her, minorly irritated that she wasn't doing the work he had assigned, he sighed a bit and glanced at his watch. "It's still almost two hours until break, Mashiro," he grumbled. Continuing to type, Kensei asked, "Why, is the place really that good to eat at?" He usually brought his lunches because he hadn't found a place nearby that was worth going to multiple times a week.
For a moment her eyes lit up. She wasn't fat from all the food she shoved in her face because she worked out, it was her life saver really. Though, Mashiro did have an amzing metabolism. Anyway, she loved eating and the place she was going to make Kensei take her. "It's awesome," she said brightly. "You'll like it, I bet."
"Sounds good. Here's hopin'," Kensei replied off-handedly, mostly focused on his report. He hoped it was as good as his assistant said it was, it would be nice to go out every now and then.
Yes, go out. With her. Mashiro let her feet slip off of the edge and swung them before jumping down. "If you need me, you know where I'll be," she left standing tall with a hop in her step. Jerk. He wasn't even paying attenion!
Oblivious to the silent namecalling, Kensei nodded. "Don't forget that new list is on your desk," he reminded. He knew he'd have to continue to remind her during the week. He wondered how on earth she managed to get so much done while he was gone when she seemed to goof off so much while he was here.
If she did what he told her to every day, he would never notice her. Reason said that she had to do her work in such a fashion that it would get done, and though she wouldn't need prompting, any boss would tell her to do it anyway. Thusly, Kensei woul dhave to pay attention to her. Mashiro was not afraid to be a child if she needed to. "I won't!" she called over the wall as she sat down, picking up the paper and reading it. Boring.