[Thread, Closed] Take your shit and leave.

[canhazjam]

Who:  Anemone (canhazjam) and Xanxus (thereal10th)
Where:   The newspaper office, Terra.
When:   Late afternoon, just on the edge of Xanxus wanting to go the hell home.
Summary:   Anemone comes to get her brother's crap, per Xanxus' request.  Anemone has a thing for powerful men in positions of authority, though.
Rating:  PG13?   R for Xanxus' mouth?

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[thereal10th]

"Um. Mr. Xanxus, sir? There's a girl with pink hair heading into the building. Is she the one you told us about?"

Xanxus glared down at the intercom on his desk, and glanced up at the image that was sent to him of the same time of Anemone heading in through the doors to the paper. It was about god damn time that she showed up. And she would pick just when he's about to go home, wouldn't she. With a sigh, he pushed the button on the intercom. "Yeah, that's her. Send someone out to escort her up to my office, will you?"

"Yes, sir."

Xanxus moved to pick up the box that sat beside his desk. There wasn't a whole lot in it; there was a picture of Anemone, and a lot of pencils. A few staplers, too, collected from Xanxus's office after they were tossed at his head. There was a disc copy of all of Squalo's unfinished articles, or the ones that were never published, and Xanxus was going to be glad to be rid of it all.

[canhazjam]

She glared at the primly suited gopher boy that came to fetch her, feeling endlessly superior to the fools in Terra that had to work for a living. She assumed this jerk her brother had worked for was going to be about the same, since Superbi had only taken the job to fill his time with something other than boredom and swords. The thought of dealing with some over inflated ego on some jackass soured her mood some, but she followed quietly up to Xanxus' office.

What the hell kind of name was Xanxus, anyway?