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"Taki! Kohei! You're late for your shift again!" Fumi's voice echoed down the hall, frustration clear in her tone.
Taki and Kohei, both walking with an unbothered slouch, strolled over to their station as if they had all the time in the world. Taki yawned, scratching his head lazily while Kohei smirked.
"Calm down, you two. We're only, like, two minutes late," Taki drawled, rolling his eyes.
Fumi's eyebrow twitched in irritation. "Two minutes?! Try an hour, you idiots!"
Taki stuck his pinky in his ear and grinned, unfazed. "Yeah, yeah, sorry. Kohei wouldn't get off me."
Kohei let out a loud, obnoxious laugh, slapping Taki on the back. "You should've seen Taki's hot bod! You'd understand."
Tsubasa, always the deadpan observer, chimed in without looking up from his post. "Hot bod? Taki weighs about the same as my right leg. There's no muscle there."
Taki huffed, crossing his arms and glaring at Tsubasa. "Yeah, well, not everyone's a fatass like you. Now move along."
As they walked away, Fumi couldn't resist getting the last word. "Yeah, well, we don't wanna be near your gayness!"
Kohei, ever the loudmouth, cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted back, "Yeah, well, you're just mad I can pull more men than you, dickhead!"
Fumi opened her mouth to retort but decided against it, muttering under her breath as the two nonchalant guards continued on their way, laughing like they didn't have a care in the world.
You stood in your room, your ear pressed tightly against the door, trying to make sense of the bizarre conversation happening outside. Your face twisted in confusion, brow furrowed as you listened to the muffled shouting and banter between the guards.
"Hot bod? Pulling more men?" you muttered to yourself, eyes wide in disbelief. These were supposed to be the people keeping you captive?
The absurdity of it all made your head spin for a moment, almost distracting you from the seriousness of your situation. You leaned back, staring blankly at the door, unsure if you should laugh or cry at the ridiculousness.
Shaking your head, you refocused. You didn't have time to be confused by their banter. You had more important things to worry about—like finding a way out of this place.
You brainstormed ideas on how to escape, searching around the room for anything possible exists. You opened the window looking down but then deciding that jumping down at that height should be left as a last resort. Draws were pulled open and vents were unscrewed until ultimately you decided that the door was probably the best bet you had.
You sat on the cold floor, two thin metal sticks gripped tightly in your hands as you struggled with the lock for what felt like an eternity. Your fingers ached, knuckles scraped from twisting and turning the makeshift tools with no progress. Each click or faint movement in the lock filled you with a glimmer of hope, only to be dashed moments later when the door remained firmly shut. Sweat dripped down your forehead, mixing with the dust on the floor as you lay sprawled out, trying different angles and positions to get the door to budge.
