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[harmitwithspark]

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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[livingdeadpool]

"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.

[harmitwithspark]

"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!

[livingdeadpool]

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

>.>

Grope.

[harmitwithspark]

"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.

[livingdeadpool]

"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?"

[harmitwithspark]

"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!

[livingdeadpool]

"...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.

[harmitwithspark]

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."