Botan glanced out the window as she took the tea tray from a servant. It had been a rather quiet day at the shop. Seemed like the season for new clothes had died down. In fact, it had been so quiet that the staff had taken off at midday
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He looked at the clock and sighed deeply, rubbing his tired eyes. It was almost mean, that he had had a time when he got to sleep, but was now unable to do so again. He hated the monster inside him, but he had to admit that it was an useful one.
Well, it was definitely about time he headed home, he thought, and packed up a stack of papers and folders. He could continue with this after Botan had gone to sleep for the night.
Not long after he stepped through the door. More rooms had been opened up to their quarters; a sewing studio for Botan, and a simple office for himself. Since he needed something to occupy his nights again, anyway, he usually spent them working.
Always working.
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Yes, she was poor when it came to actually admitting things weren't her fault, at least a little bit.
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"Fine. Okay. Alright." And she meant it. About 95%.
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"Good. Can I also ask you that if something upsets you, then tell me right away?"
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"I just want to be able to talk these kinds of things out."
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"Then, are we alright?"
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She tapped a finger on the table in thought.
"Alright enough to want to work this out so we can get this behind us."
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Of course, just not of the ogre persuasion.
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"Will you help me pick someone out?"
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They all stole from Koenma-sama.
"I will. No one can pick out a good assistant quite like me."
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"Then I will starts sending word out tomorrow. It will probably take a little while before we have enough applicants, so I'm afraid you will have to put up with me and my late hours a bit longer. But I will try not to make them this late."
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She looked at his smile, her own growing just a little larger.
"Don't get too comfy. You still have to work to get on my good side."
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