office starter for @temporalobjects・❥・Mutsuki & Miran
To say she adjusted well would be an understatement. Firstly, the company was full of lady power and fairness, secondly, Mutsuki was the superior. Miran couldn't have asked for a better nor prettier boss. She had made her affection pretty clear from the start as well as the simple rule not to be treated differently. That said, the former police officer referred to her very own feelings - she couldn't speak for Mutsuki. Since there were no office doors, Miran knocked on the wooden table, adjusting her skirt so she was half sitting on the other's desk. "Everyone's gone, boss. You really shouldn't overdo it." And her concern was not playful, it was real. Leaning forward to check, Miran's chest seemed dangerously close to her boss's face. Should she do that? Probably not. Though perhaps, this opportunity came at the right time.