"What a bore... Why the hell would he get moved here...?" Widow grumbled.
"Did you do that report for Dexter?" Someone laughed from behind him.
"Oh, hey Felix." Widow leaned upside down over his chair. "And yes, I did. It was for some twink that Dexter got moved to this department."
"Really? Another one?"
"No, not really. I'm pulling your damn leg."
"..."
"Felix, did you take that seriously...?"
"Maybe."
"Wait, did you 'say another one'?"
"Yeah, some new girl just got transferred here, too." Felix leaned against the door frame of Widow's office.
"Fuck, there's 2 of them..." Widow groaned, burying his face in his hands. "2 newbies who aren't gonna know what the hell their doing... Then Dexter is gonna be a pain in my ass and ask me to help them. I'm 99 percent sure that's what's gonna happen..."
"She's like, super quiet. It's unsettling... She has this really big high ponytail. It's all pink too. All she did was stare at me when I tried to talk to her..." Felix shuddered.
"Oh, what the hell." Widow said, snickering to himself.
"And she was these weird ass bright yellow eyes that she stared at me with the whole time. It was a very awkward interaction, considering the whole conversation was just me."
"She probably thought you were crazy."
"That's not funny."
"Yeah, it is. What if she's, like, I dunno, some servant of God who came down to judge you to see if you're good enough for Heaven?"
"Then I am definitely not going there. I'll drag your ass down with me, just so you know."
"No need, I'll go there myself."
"I know you will- JESUS!"
"What?!" Widow shot up.
"Where the hell did you come from...?" Felix mumbled, staring at the yellow eyed girl next to him, holding a stapler.
"..." She stayed silent, handing the stapler to him.
"...Why...? It's jammed...?" He asked her. The girl nodded. "Dammit. Okay, lemme go fix it for you... Bye, Widow."
"Bye...?" He waved as he watched them walk away. "Damn, she really is weird. What kind of dumbass can't unjam a stapler...?"
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Black Jay
Romance"Hey, that's a nice picture. Did you take it?" Widow asked. "Hm?" Jay swerved around in his chair. "Oh, no. My mother took it for me." He smiled. "What kind of bird is it? Did she tell you?" Widow asked. "It's a songbird. They're my fiance's favorit...
