Alte Liebe Rostet Nicht

A Kind Color!?

The door had been slammed closed off the office at New Dimension, a loud smash occurring from one moment to the next. Once more it was infuriating, to say the least. Except this time Izumi Sena had not decided to exhaust 'oh so precious legs' and walk over to the office of the translator. Oh no, this time they were the one moving their ass right to that Arsch . For what? To hear yet another complaint, the usual.

'Do your job correctly! Who's paying you anyway!? If it were up to me, I'd fire you sorry–excuse of an ass right away! You're useless! Goddamn useless! Can't even do their job right!'

Needless to say, it never failed to piss them off. Granted, sometimes they would just give him a half–assed translation of whatever on purpose but this one... They double checked, mainly to not get into too much trouble with any higher up. But even then, one tiny mistake and he was furious, talking down to them however he could manage.

" Ein Kanji falsch benutzt... Ein einziges! Der Typ kann mich mal am Arsch lecken... " Ann mumbled to themselves, deciding to go with their native tongue at that point. Not like anyone would hear, right? Besides, even if someone were to hear this, their tone would say it all– They were beyond pissed off right now. " Was kann man an dem nicht hassen? Scheucht mich hierher, nur weil er sich zu beklagen hat. Beschiness Idol! Ach, ich verstehe das alles nicht. Wie kann Nyeli nur... Ich dachte wir beide zumindest— "

"Hey, isn't that big sister?" A rather energetic voice said out loud, rather cheerful. A voice sounding like the one of a very young boy. He seemed to be in excellent spirits, the exact opposite of Ann right now. Oh the contrast... Oh what an irony... Oh what terrible timing. "Hello~!"

"Miss Translator, what a rarity to spot you in this ofFICE... Or anywhere realLY..." Another voice would echo in their ears. A calm one, though the way this one was speaking was... Odd... Almost sending them shiver down their very own spine. They were not used to this in the slightest, to say the least. Then again, usually they either had their parent's voice in their very own ears, Ritsu's or an Arschloch yelling at them. So unsettling and soft may as well also be a breath of fresh air, to say the least.

They turned, the faces all too familiar from seeing them alone, though they had bumped into the two on some occasions: Two members of the idol unit Switch, two they kind of knew. At least enough to be invited over for some gaming sessions from time to time. That is whenever they had the time to play videogames. Still, they would not turn down the invitation whenever possible. Though the relationship didn't go much further than this and it was rare to see the two of them outside of that small room... And the current situation was less than ideal, making them blush in an instant. That's how embarrassing this was.

"Harukawa–San? Sakasaki–San?" They said, a little surprised though should it have been a big surprise to begin with?

"Yeeesh, Sora said that big sister can call Sora Sora!" The younger looking one of the two pouted slightly, as if not pleased hearing that.

"Waah! Forgot... Sorry..." They were quick to apologize. "It's... A habit... Sora–San."

"Hehe, that's better~" The blonde chuckled happily, having a cheerful grin on his face.

"Yes yeS, good to see that you two are still getting alonG." Natsume commented with a light smile, though almost resembling a smirk. "Then agaiN, who does Sora not get along witH?"

Ann only shrugged at this, smiling a little nervously for a moment. They had no reply to that. Natsume sure loves little Sora, a lot. Like a little brother. Then again, not a bad thing if they were completely honest. It was oddly endearing, to say the least. "Uhm... You need... Stuff?" They then added as a question, trying their best to remain calm. And for a moment it worked. That was until the following...