[For Niko Leandros (and Robin Goodfellow)] All in a Day's Work

[cute_shinigami]

A typical morning in the office of the Shadow Angels. Coffee perking in the coffee maker, kettle on a hot plate simmering for those of the tea persuasion, box of donuts on the large common table in the middle of the room. And to the side of that table, half-eaten donut on a plate within arm's reach, Tsuzuki is seated. "Who was it said the world

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[ninja_niko]

It took a bit longer for the report to be in - quite simply, Niko was taking his time and describing into some detail a fairly unremarkable even. In case. Of course.

And the puck was getting bored and fidgetty.

And that might be why there's a stain on said report - which, Niko decided, Robin would have to explain himself to the poor soul reading it.

Knock. Once. Slip in.

"Here it is," the ninja says. He seems alone. He's making a face. The face is direct acknowledgement of the massive strike in the middle of the first page.

[cute_shinigami]

Tsuzuki likely eyes the stain a little puzzled: we get the feeling Niko's reports are usually tidy affairs. "Thanks! Please tell me something happened for a change? Even I'm getting sick of these 'nothing of note to report' things," he says, accepting the report and taking another look.

[rob_fellows]

"You're not the only one," a familiar and cheerful voice comes from behind the ninja. "I figured the report didn't need to take so long."

Said ninja all but facepalms.

[cute_shinigami]

Tsuzuki might stare, his cheeks turning bright pink. He'll blink and clear his throat. "Ahhh, hey there, Robin." Gulp, blush, look completely foolish. Ahem. "Well, like I, ah, said: a long report's better than a short, dull report," he says. "Gives me something to fill my night -- errr, morning."

Awk. Ward. Awk to the ward.