Alte Liebe Rostet Nicht

Useless!

Talk about a waste of space as well as a waste of money! Seriously, what was the agency paying them for if they couldn't even do their own job correctly! One look at this goddamn paper and it was just stacked with so many mistakes. So many grammatical errors, let alone the wrong use of kanji sometimes. Or the basic hiragana and katakana! This thing is just unbelievable! What do they think they are doing!? They're not paid for half assed work! No, even half assed work was better!

Of course Izumi had a right to complain about this. A translator's job is supposed to be providing a proper translation no matter what! And this just so happened to be important for an interview he would have with a magazine from overseas. He needed the questions translated to properly prepare. But apparently this little translator hired from off the streets doesn't have the basic qualifications! It is a mess, an utter mess! He could barely understand a thing! He was better off with the questions as they are!

Of course he would not let this slide, why would he? This was the sixteenth time! This moron cannot do the job right, even if they tried! So he saw it as his duty to give them a loud earful and he had been trying to do so for quite a while. However, they had ignored him. He may as well have been yelling at a brick wall. Oh wait, even a mere brick would know how to communicate better because this idiot didn't even know how to form a straight sentence! Whenever he was talking to them it was long pauses or stutter, or a revert back into German. Who do they think they are!? They're just some piece of work!

Eventually the model would have enough, slamming his hands right on the desk with all his might. He nearly flinched but wouldn't let it get to himself. He had yelled his lungs out at that point, his throat all dry, but still nothing except for clacking sounds. That's it! That little bitch!

"Hey! You're supposed to listen when I'm talking to 'you'!" He said in a mocking yet furious tone, only reluctantly referring to them by 'you'. They may as well not be a person in his eyes, a thing. They were for sure no woman though. Yeah, their body was built like one but that? A woman? They didn't even know how to get dressed properly, always showing up with a messy buttoned up shirt and some pants, not even hiding their literal fat. How no one else noticed or bothered was beyond him. Plus the bags under their eyes they did not even hide, not even with their glasses on... Oh god and don't get him started about the mess of a hair! How could he see that as a woman!?

Either way, his mind was getting side tracked. He simply glared at them, waiting for their response yet could wait minutes for that. So once more he shouted: "Hey! Get the fuck off your computer already and listen up when I'm talking to a thing like you!"

It seems that may have made them snap all of a sudden, the clicking suddenly stopping. He spotted them letting out a sigh before turning right at him, their green–ish gaze glaring at the idol with utter annoyance. Oh what do they have to be so pissed about!?

"It's 'Anja' Izumi–Kun..." Was their only response. Oh the nerve...

"Who gave you permission to call me by my first name?" He hissed right back at Ann, still not pleased by that. Yeah, they got some guts... So much he just wished to cut them open right then and there.

"Can not be saying Arschloch , right?" They responded, not even hesitating. And it sounded as broken as ever. "Not when working. I want to keep this work."

Izumi only rolled his own eyes at this. "Then learn how to do your job properly!"

"I'm doing properly."

"Oh no, you're not!" He countered while holding up the sheet of the paperstack he had been complaining about. "What is this!? Huh!? You call this 'proper work'!? Even a donkey could do a better job than you could!"