paperwork perhaps? || allen & naoto
It was always interesting to watch those unaccustomed to the work levels held within the work load in the defense force. For those used to it from prior work, the stacks seemed like small bumps in the road. However, those not used to it, they seemed to have an expression not unlike that of a person trapped within a valley of high mountains.
It had actually been a while since a new recruit came into the investigations department, so there wasn’t much past the technicalities and legal papers to do, and a few last minute reports left forgotten by someone. However, it seemed that said new recruit was struggling quite a lot with his given workload.. Was it really that much? Surveying the papers from a far, Naoto was almost certain that he was given roughly an hour or so amount of papers.. Perhaps she was getting soft, as she placed the cup of (decaf) coffee on the paper covered desk.
“You seem to be struggling a bit with your workload. Is everything alright? Is there something you don’t understand or are having difficulty with?”
Thin fingers wrapped around the warm cup as Allen straightened, his cheek coming away visibly red from where it had rested against his desk as he took a sip of the rich liquid. For most around here, it seemed as if this amount of paperwork was normal, something they were accustomed to doing everyday. However, that was quite the opposite to the whittete, who was used to fighting with weapons and his own body, instead of a pen and pencil.
But he was trying, at least. He was slowly getting used to this normal routine, the one led by a normal office worker who doubled as an investigator. Or was it the other way around. Well, either way, he was finally seeing improvements, finding it easier and easier to do tedious desk work as the days went on. And he could only hope that it would continue to grow easier as he spent more and more time here, stuck with the safety of work like this instead of risking his life on a daily basis. Allen had to say, it was kind of a relief.
"No, I'm just not quite used to this type of work yet. I'm sure I'll get the hang of it soon, so you shouldn't worry about me. Thank you for the coffee, though."
