part 3 💔

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It was soon the next day.
All of them were back at work, in the office that seemed smaller every day.
Loona sat at the table, on her phone, whilst Millie delved into the story of the day before. How she beat up so many people, and how it was so so great. Moxxie internally rolled his eyes, fed up.
Then blitz brought them to attention.

"Alright, jackasses, let's do business today."

Moxxie rolled his eyes at that statement, as that was what they did everyday, not that there would be ANY significant change.

"So, today, I think we should have a breifing."

Moxxie quickly piped up.
"What kind of breifing sir? And are you going to use your stupid projector again?"

Turning to glare at moxxie, blitz answered.
"This kind of breifing."

Quickly, the projector was whipped out, and blitz started to go into a rant.

"This breifing, is a formal address/complaint of your current work consumption. Alright, first of all, my baby, Loona!!!"

Rolling her eyes, Loona turned to look at blitz.

"I have no complaints about my special girl!!! You're doing absolutely great loony!!"
He said, smiling brightly. Loona looked away in embarrassment.

"Next up is Millie. Now Millie, you're doing absolutely amazing. You go on every single mission, and you're always so so helpful"

Moxxie could feel blitz's eyes on him as he said that. 'Shit' he thought to himself.

"And now finally, is moxxie. I wish I could say different, but you are doing absolutely shit. You can't shoot the clients, you can't come to work on time, and you can't even use knifes properly."

Moxxie squinted, blinking quickly, to try to stop himself from crying. He couldn't cry.
Not in front of blitz
Not in front of Millie.

"And another thing-" blitz was about to carry on, before he got stopped by the hellhound sitting opposite moxxie.

"Yes. We all know that moxxie is fat and ugly, but you don't have to say it. Just shut up. Don't we have a job to get to?

" well loony, we have to tell him so he can improve!"

Millie burst into rage, and was about to launch a flying argument before she noticed something.

"Where's moxx?"

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