| Nothing Better to Do [closed to Sumire and Kotetsu] | [Apr. 14th, 2008|02:34 am] |
There were lots of things Sumire was happy about now that she was running missions. It meant that she had a whole contingent of new agents to torment when she found herself with an unnatural amount of time on her hands. The kunoichi had more time on her hands and a bigger hazard pay for some of her missions. Just some, though, the billing department staff were tight-fisted little misers with hazard pay. What if she ended up having to get a sickness from one of her clients?
The thought terrified her, and made her sick to her stomach. However, those thoughts were neither here nor there. Sumire was busy looking over the listing of people currently away on a mission. Ugh, what's Matsumoto doing on here? That bitch has the clap. Sumire wrinkled her nose and looked at the next list. Ugh, ugh, ew, oh my grinning devils, ew, ugh, ew, ew, ugh, ew. She listed off the people away, and wondered how many of them would actually come back in one piece.
Even if she didn't like a heap of them, they were still her comrades in arms. Sumire shifted her weight to her other foot and curled a tendril of hair around her finger as she continued to read the mission bulletin board. She had to see who was where and when, didn't she? |
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