Lust Front

"SLAMMING FINGERS"

"Delilah sounded like an interesting one."

"She was. I couldn't work anything else out with her after that - because she was clingy. She didn't talk to me voluntarily after that."

"That's on you, man."

"Everything ends up being my fault. Now you see why the girls from before all didn't work."

"Poor thing. We gotta go back to work now, accept some deliveries and stuff."

"More of those? I'm so bad at... managing stuff."

"All you have to do is allow the transfers of useful stuff and turn down the transfers of non-useful stuff!"

"I accepted 600 packs of spearmint gum because I though we could need those. We didn't."

"Okay, shit. I need to watch over you carefully now."

"Don't you already stare at me like, 25 hours a day?"

"N-No I don't, no I don't! Okay i'm just paying you some extra attention to keep you safe."

"Come on. Let's get back to work."

Emilia points at my desk when I go to sit down at it.

"Why do you have so many used tissues at your desk?"

"I have a cold, Emilia. You forgot?"

"Yeah, yeah it just looked like you were using them for something else."

"...Shut up."

Emilia goes to her desk and sits down, I get to work. Always approving deliveries, or telling them to fuck off. Pretty important job, we need office supplies but we definitely don't need 600 packs of spearmint gum.

I open the program and there are 40 orders in. I don't even understand why people would need so much stuff so often - it's such a pain in the butt to have to theorize if 50 staplers are necessary to us.

But I guess it's a better job that slamming your fingers on the keyboard the entire day.