Lost Documentation [shslorganizing]
“H-Hamasaki-san, this seems like the last of it.”
Running gentle fingers through the stacks and sheets, the courier let out a huff of air. Shunjirou’s expression relaxed, wiping away beads from his usually knitted brows. Quietly dancing digits through the papers, the boy bit his lip, nervous to crease any of them. They were, after all, vital documentation. Glancing at the piles upon piles of stacks, the boy seemed almost awed by the towers stacks. With a restrained, mild chuckle, it seemed for a moment the accomplishment would allow the slightest of simpers to pass his lips.
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Instead, Shunjirou pulled a clipboard close, silently checking off inventory of their items. Scanning eyes beamed back and forth before pulling towards their colleague in the room.
“T-There appears to be some papers missing. Y-you didn’t happen to file these yet, have you H-Hamasaki-san?”
