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I would think of all people you would want to volunteer as a tribute.

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I would think of all people you would want to volunteer as a tribute.
"Oi Shinji, up for a night on the town? Drinks are on me if you're interested."
Thinks you all should leave us alone.
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Nope.
Twenty Three people are currently invading his office.
A lucid gaze flickered from his desk, the small tint of drying ink filled the air, and even with candles, the stench could still be smelt. A soft sigh escaped him as turquoise hues drifted to his surroundings, slowly catching up with the moment at hand. Within moments, the gentle ringing that had once filled his mind drifted off due the oncoming sound of voices rambling about with one an other. A small vein becoming exposed on his temple.
Twitch, twitch.
The vein slowly began to grow, the sound of rambling filling his ears and soon his thoughts as mindless jabbering continued on before him. The faces before him were common, though some had gone weeks and even years without showing themselves directly, but still, he knew every one. What was most annoying as the face of his fukutaichou, sitting in one of the corners with a lucid smile on her face, lips jabbering off to another.
"Matsumoto…" Hitsugaya's voice was low, below the others, barely noticeable unless one stood directly in front of him. "Matusmoto…"
Twitch, twitch.
The vein continued to grow, a low growl emitting in his throat. "Matsumoto.." A soft aggravated sigh escaped him once more. He had already decided to blame a single face for the reason as to why so many stood before him resting, chatting and even laughing, there combined voices drowning out any thought he could manage to think.
"Matsumoto."
Twitch, twitch.
A loud thud, followed by a simple crack and then a crash. A small vase had fallen due to a single error in footing. And with that simple act, the damn inside him broke.
"WOULD SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME WHY ALL OF YOU ARE IN MY OFFICE!!!!!" A booming voice roared outwards from the desk, small hands slammed down onto the teak desk before him, papers flew away by the force. The room grew quiet, every eye now upon his aggravated features.
"WELL?!!?!"
10+ and i read the tags gomens i couldn't stop
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no don't read those they're so embarrassing stOP I'M SOBBING ugh thanK YOU OMFGJDLKSJFDSK dies
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/ this is not really convincing, ya know. B|