problematic pretty boy ;; ikebxkuro
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It was too bad Misaki hadnât gotten any sort of warning prior to giving his new coworker the time of day. Perhaps he should have taken a hint by how the girls treated him âpitifully. He didnât go out of his way to talk to the girls, but they were sweet to him. Towards Kida, they just found him entertaining at best.
So far, the blond had only proven himself to be a nuisance. He was rather talkative and little too familiar, though Yata really had no room to talk. When he felt like he could be himself around someone, he could hardly shut up. But as can be seen thus far, he wasnât getting all that cozy with Kida. Distance was definitely being kept.
Yata was beginning to notice that his coworker really wasnât doing much at all by way of cleaning the table. In fact, it looked as if he was just using it as an excuse to chatter. Great. Stifling a sigh, the redhead looked at his stack of plates and silverware in the tray. Now filled, it was time to bring them back to the kitchen to be cleaned.
He hefted these items up and glanced over as the blond began speaking again, noting his expression and quirking a brow at his words. The staff was⊠chill. Well, he wondered where Kida was getting that vibe from. Peering down briefly, he mulled over a response with a slight furrow in his brow. It was getting harder not to just mutter and huff his way out of his conversation (could it even be called that?). âMn, uh⊠yeah⊠the people are nice enoughâŠâ
Masaomi could easily tell that Misaki was not much of a talker â or if he was, that he wasnât much of a talker around him. He leans off of his hands still propped on the now-shining tabletop, and seems to take the social cue that this conversation was now over. Besides, Masaomi didnât want to be caught chattering and loitering around his work place the first day â regardless of the fact that thatâs exactly what he did.
âAh, ah, I see!â comes his trailing response. He does a once-over at the bin Misaki is hefting in his arms, and figures that time is money, yadda yadda yadda⊠Haha. Yata, Yata, Yata⊠Nice⊠Snickering at his own joke that he hasnât even said out loud, he takes a step back to give the other boy some room so he can continue on his not-so-merry way. He plans to try again later, talking to his new coworker, just to see if he can get the guy to actually smile⊠Hey, that could be his new workplace goal.
