Characters: Chizuru Hachisuka, Sumio Kodai Rating: G Notes: FUCK WORK, LET'S FREESTYLE Word Count: 114
Her hair has gotten too long. She thinks of taking the office scissors, going in the break room, and cutting off everything below thick black elastic.
Sumio looks her way.
"Harakiri?"
"Not tonight." She responds, tapping her metal pen against the desk. "Morikawa's got me on a case."
Sumio shrugged his shoulders. "Next time, then." Dispassionately, he leaves the room, and Chizuru feels her acute irritation suddenly skyrocket. As the door closes behind him, Hachisuka grabs her bag and coat, rushing to catch the younger detective before he absconded via the sole elevator.
"Fuck it," She said, ignoring his raised eyebrows as the elevator slid open. "Need an early out from his bullshit anyway."
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Rating: G
Notes: FUCK WORK, LET'S FREESTYLE
Word Count: 114
Her hair has gotten too long. She thinks of taking the office scissors, going in the break room, and cutting off everything below thick black elastic.
Sumio looks her way.
"Harakiri?"
"Not tonight." She responds, tapping her metal pen against the desk. "Morikawa's got me on a case."
Sumio shrugged his shoulders. "Next time, then." Dispassionately, he leaves the room, and Chizuru feels her acute irritation suddenly skyrocket. As the door closes behind him, Hachisuka grabs her bag and coat, rushing to catch the younger detective before he absconded via the sole elevator.
"Fuck it," She said, ignoring his raised eyebrows as the elevator slid open. "Need an early out from his bullshit anyway."