Angela permits the Sephirah to have office pets but things get out of hand quickly.
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“I think it looks classy in the corner of my office.” Tiphereth sighed sweetly, gesturing to the large fish tank teeming with colorful fish. The little boy was through the moon, excited to have a pet in his office. “Thank you, Angela. I didn’t mean to impose-”
“It’s simply fish.” She responded, almost robotically, “I don’t see them impeding your work very much.”
“I actually think this will improve my work!” He nearly squealed, watching the bright technicolor creatures swim around. Angela raised a brow and a devious smirk formed.
“Really?”
“Yeah, It will make the day bearable. Who doesn’t want a friend or a couple of friends to help you through each day?” The Ai smiled, tapping her chin and running through the logistics of her new forming plan in her heard.
“Tell me... do you think it would help the other Sephirah as well?”
The rule was enacted seemingly out of nowhere. Suddenly, the sefirot were allowed office pets. This email out of nowhere was interesting and it didn’t take long for the changes to be implemented.
Angela began in the Control Department, walking the halls and noting the employees and their tasks. She made her way to Malkuth’s office, opening the door without so much as a knock to see the Sephirah hard at work with some paperwork. The cockatiel on her desk danced happily, holding a pen in its mouth. Malkuth took the pen, thanking the little bird for it’s help.
“Hello, Malkuth,” Angela finally greeted. Both the girl and the bird looked up, the bird mimicking the sound of the first trumpet upon seeing an intruder.
“Oh, Good Morning Angela... Picnic, can you get mommy the white out?” It whistled, kicking off the desk into flight and going over to a little disorganized junk drawer in the corner. It picked up and flung around items as it searched and Angela just watched him eerily.
“Your pet is not only for companionship but also has a practical use.”
“Y-Yeah, Picnic is a very sweet bird.”
“Good to see that it’s helping you work... Do you know if any other Sefirot have gotten into the spirit of things?”
“I know Netzach got something and the information department has been abuzz all morning about whatever Yesod has.”
“abuzz?” Malkuth nodded, digging through her papers as the cockatiel returned with a bottle of white out.
“Yes, Something has them all talking and gossiping.”
It wasn’t a far walk to the information department and on the way, snickers and giggles could be heard. Angela entered without knocking and wasn’t phased at all at the sight. Yesod was at his standing desk and at his side was .... a naked cat.
“It appears your mammal has lost it’s hair somewhere.” She commented, making the Sefirot roll his eyes. The cat jumped into his desk and he quickly pet the affectionate thing.
“ Qetesh is a Donskoy. She doesn’t have any hair. It’s more efficient.”
“It looks gross.” He sighed at her remark, having heard something similar all morning from his team.
“She doesn’t have hairballs, at least.”
“I suppose that is a plus.”
“Why is everyone so interested in Qetesh? Netzach and Hod have absolutely abysmal choices.” He complained. “Cats are clean, functional, and they are independent mostly.”
“What do Netzach and Hod have?”
“Frogs.”
“...Excuse me?”
“Just go to the Security department. They should both be there.”
There was a hastily drawn sign that read Frog Room hanging on the door of Netzach’s office. From inside he heard gigglings and snorts from Hod and Angela determined that knocking was the best idea this time.
Hod immediately asked her to enter and Angela was not prepared for what she was about to see.
Inside was Netzach and Hod of course and a couple employees from both departments. There were hundreds of frogs hopping loose all over the room, jumping on people and climing on everything.Netzach had one on his head and Hod was cuddling about 5 of them like babies.
“...Do I want to know what's going on here?”
“Fun.” Netzach said simply. “We got a shitload of frogs.”
“I can....see that.” She said, being slightly distracted as a happy little frog jumped onto her foot. She looked down at it before kicking it off, launching it to Netzach and hitting him in the face with a loud slap. He didn’t seem to mind, picking up the little guy.
“She’s not the cuddly type, Archibald. You stay here with me.”
“Please tell me you did not name them all.”
“Oh!” Hod started, poking the head of the frogs she was holding. “Of course we did! This one is Pep, this one is chicken nugget, we call this little guy Squeedly Spooch-”
“Don’t forget Durndle.” Netzach butt in, leaving Angela almost in shock. She had no intention of sticking around and hearing all the names.
Angela stopped by to say hello to the Tiphereth fish tank before making her way to the Welfare Department. The sound of arguing drew her to the hallway that connected the Welfare and Disciplinary departments. The yelling sounded all too familiar.
When she saw Chesed leaning against the wall, holding a puppy in his arms and across from him was Gebura with a leash on .....
“Gebura, is that a Wolverine?” Angela asked, almost exhausted. Both Sefirot turned to look at their boss but Gebura rolled her eyes.
“Hello Angela.” Chesed started. “I was just taking Eirene for a little walk. Just to get my precious fluffy sheltie a lay of the land-”
“If you’re going to address me do not coddle your dog while doing it.” Angela warned, unamused by the blue haired sephirah cuddling the animal. He ignored her, continuing to hug his precious puppy.
“Gebura’s Wolverine is very aggressive.”
“He’s on a fucking leash. What more do you want from me!?”
“It bites every employee it walks by-” Chesed was interrupted when the little furry creature snapped its jaws at him. “Get your little monster away from me.”
“Maahes is MY little monster!”
“I care much less about this now.” Angela said dryly, walking off and not bothering to weigh in on either side.
Hokma was frazzled, looking under every desk in the department when Angela arrived. She looked at him curiously but he didn’t seem to notice.
“Milly! Milly sweetie where are you?”
“You lost your pet?”
“Oh, Angela, thank goodness.” He stood quickly, dusting himself off and trying to seem less disheveled. “Milly is missing. She’s a miniature pig.”
“Where is the last place you saw her?”
“She was just running around. Oh, Milly where have you gone.”
“Well, when you find her let me know. I’ll go see what pet Binah has decided to keep.”
“Yes. Yes. Of course, Angela.” She had already started walking off, trying not to look back at the sound of Hokma panicking.
She made her way into the dark halls of the Extraction department. There were discouraging roars and rumbles coming deep from the area and Angela continued stoically through the hall.
It wasn’t long before she came upon Binah’s throne. None of her employees were anywhere to be seen. Behind her stood the large black mass, growling at Angela’s approach.
“Binah.”
“Angela.... to what do I owe this visit?”
“Is that the Mountain of Smiling Bodies?”
“I call him Mose, for short.” Binah said casually. “He’s cute when you get past the smell.” The creature burped, a bright pink color shooting out from its mouth and landing at Angela’s feet. The collar read ‘Milly’ and Angela just had to sigh. “....He got hungry-”
“Put him back.”
“There is no rule that says I have to.”
“There’s about to be, this was all a mistake.” Angela turned heel, walking out of the room and massaging her forehead. Binah sighed, petting the sticky mess who let out a little grunt in reponse.
“....I’ll still call you Mose, buddy.”
