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Miyuki’s eyes drag down the sheets of paper lazily stapled together, flipping back and forth through the presented pages as if by chance he’d misread it, or missed a large gaping amount of text that would make the entire package infinitely more bearable. He had not. Dragging a free hand through the stray locks that tickled his forehead the catcher read on, tired, and admittedly a bit shocked. His face morphs now into a nervous half-grin, eyebrows raised with a hint of disbelief. Miyuki, once finished, sets the piece of paper down on the table of the booth both him and his teammate shared, leaning back in his seat while ignoring the others expectant look of excitement.
He looks at the resume first, then at Eijun, then back at the resume. He makes a grab for the straw in his glass of water, playing with the ice as it melted in his cup. Finally, he pushes up his glasses and looks directly into those familiar sparkling eyes.
“Well,” he starts and watches the other jolt after the period of silence, “this is definitely the worst resume I’ve ever read! You’re seriously amazing, Sawamura.” Miyuki exaggerates his shocked expression with his jaw drop, but his words aren’t false. Before the other can react the bespectacled teen picks up the sheets of paper, displaying it back at its owner.
“You don’t have a cover letter,” he starts, “I can tell you didn’t spell check any of this,” Miyuki points at the various misspellings including words like determnined, intilligent, anddedicatid. “and you put Coach as a possible reference but didn’t even put contact information. How are employers going to know who ‘Boss’ is?”
Miyuki sets the papers down once more and takes a long sip of the water he set off, taking his lips off the straw only to finish with: “Well, maybe they’ll accept this at Clown school? There are none in town, though, so you’ll hae to look elsewhere. Good luck, Sawamura-kuuun.”
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