warscarred
┊After the HUNT for this assistant, his ears are forever hearing the echoes of his footsteps ; for boots have tre- -kked the HALLS for the missing man. ┊Weary of peeking into empty rooms or excusing him- -self from that of OCCUPIED ones, he can hardly supp- -ress a SIGH when he finally discovered him. It seemed that drunken fools were EXCEPTIONAL at hide-&-seek.
╒╣ ❛❛ Moblit - it’s the MORNING. I’ve been looking for your missing ass since I woke up. ❜❜
His eyes grow wide at the declaration, peeking to the side to peer from the cracked window. Sure enough, a stream of roseate light lifts gently from the horizon, a delicate trill of birdsong filling the morning air.
Even through the lingering buzz of alcohol, Moblit has the decency to be mortified. He turns back to his superior, cheeks colored a ruddy pink.
“I didn’t even notice it--m’sorry sir, I did--”
Another hiccup. The lanky man covers his mouth sheepishly before continuing.
“...I finished my work for once, so I thought it wouldn’t be an issue. M’sorry if there’s something you need done, it’s quite--hic! Q-quite unprofessional.”