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If there was one aspect of life that Larxene was incredibly bad at, it was all the paperwork. She liked the hands on work of helping people as opposed to dotting i's and crossing t's. This task had so little humanity in it; no discourses with people, just administrative lists and allotments...

...but it was necessary. A frustrating fact, that necessity. And there was only so much secretaries and assistants could do without her.

That was why she was in one of the many little administrative offices at two in the morning. Going through files and carefully reading things over, a pen in her teeth and a smudge of ink on her fingers.

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"MUFFIN!"

That constituted her warning. Well, that and the door banging hard enough that the top hinge broke.

There wasn't suppose to be yelling and door slamming at this hour! That was why Larxene screamed and jumped, static audibly crackling through her hair. "KNOCK!"

He would have answered, but he was in the process of diving across the desk by the time she spoke. "I did!"

On the front door.

What happened when an overcharged, or ionized, object was touched by one that wasn't?

That's right! Grounding!

BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZARK!

"You didn't" she countered, muffled a bit by being tackled back into her chair.

"Did too, Muffin." he gave her a big kiss, without taking off the mask.

"No, you yelled. That isn't knocking." Her hair was starting to frizz again. "And you just smeared what I was writing! Get off my desk!" she batted at him, trying to shift him backward.

Yes yes, he'd get a hug and kiss when she could move.

He grinned under the mask and slid forwards until he was in her lap. "Awww. I'll help you re-write it."

He had missed the point. Moving. Breathing. Those things were nice. "Meeeep."

Yes, small little fists were beating at him now. Not anywhere important though.

He took the beating as an invitation and rolled her off the chair onto the ground and on top of him.

"Missed you, Muffin."

AIR! Wasn't it wonderful? Yes, she was just going to sit on him for a minute.

"Yes, yes" she patted his chest. "I missed you too dear. You didn't tell me you were coming."

"I did. It's just that the mail must not have gone through." He did learn to write, eventually. It just took a while. Wherein she smacked him a bunch for not doing so.

Which didn't make the mail any less, you know. Regular.

"How could the mail not go through? You have Bob!" Poor, long suffering Bob! "Did you remember to give the letter to him?" She was a suspicious one!

"...Chaos ripple? I gave it to Bob!" he vows, hand over her heart.

>.>

Grope.

"Had to check!" she laughed finally, bending to kiss his mask. She knew he was touchy about unmasking in public, and the offices at 2 am were still kinda public.

"So, why are you in? There isn't something going bad in Canada is there?" she asked worriedly. Yes, he could grope, that was fine.

"Bob's vacation." he did tug the mask up enough for a kiss, he really did miss her. "He's overdue. That last big storm?"

"Oh no! I lost track, I'm sorry!" The last big storm had hit hard, and she wasn't always the best with schedules to begin with. She did try to make sure Bob got his vacations on time! "I'll send him something for his family. A fruit basket?" Bob liked fruit!

"...His wife would like that." he thinks. Maybe. "I sent them flowers!" potted flowers. Potted hallucinogenic flowers.

Bob planned on selling them and giving his wife the money, yes.

Yeeeah...Larxene was planning on non-potted, non-hallucinogenic fruit!

"Well, anyway, that means I have you for a whole month starting now." She grinned and tweaked his chin. "After I finish this paperwork I'm a free girl until dawn."

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