It's 8:14 AM when Kame gets the first drop-off of intraoffice mail into his small plastic frame that serves as the "in/out box". It's early, which is why it surprises him; usually he doesn't start getting memos with stupid titles on them until Yoko's fallen asleep twice on his desk and left little drool circles on the file folders, which puts it at at least 10.
Memo to Kamenashi: Did you get a new coat?
Is what is scrawled across the top.
Kame frowns down at it, and then looks up at the coat rack by his desk where his coat- which isn't new, but rather from the back of his closet that he hadn't seen in awhile- is hanging, and then back down at the memo again.
After a moment, he tugs out his own sheet and scribbles down a quick reply before jamming in into the designated "out" level of his plastic organizer.
"You know I find it offensive that you think me taking an interest in your life means I am lacking a hobby," Yoko says, cornering Kame near the copy machine that never works- the one he uses when he just wants to pretend like he's trying to fix it and really he is just trying to overhear the water cooler talks happening a few feet away. "I like to notice the details."
"Here, we call that stalking," Kame informs him, and jabs at the large red button. It doesn't work. He tries three more times, and his paper gets jammed in the feeder instead.
Yoko leans against the doorframe. "No, here we call that caring about subordinates and knowing things about them, in order to foster a good relationship."
"Miida got a new haircut last week and you never noticed," Kame says. "It would only be useful if you applied this level of 'attention to detail' to your filing cabinets."
"My filing cabinets don't have feelings," Yoko sniffs. "They don't count."
"No, but I do," Kame replies, and finally succeeds in yanking his paper out of the top, "and I tend to feel rather annoyed when I'm the one who has to pull late hours to stay and help you organize them."
Yoko regards him silently for a long second. "Break room was out of non-fat, non-dairy creamer again, wasn't it?"
"Fuck off," Kame kindly informs him, and refuses to give Yoko the affirmative reply he's looking for.
Yoko pops by again around lunch time, after some real coffee from the chain-store down the street showed up on Kame's desk following a staff meeting that ran 25 minutes long. "I'm thinking Chinese."
"Are you planning to renounce your citizenship?" Kame asks, checking his emails without glancing at his superior. "Or taking my suggestion seriously and learning a language as a way to fill your time."
"I mean for the food to order tonight while I'm working on my cabinets," Yoko says.
Kame stops typing for a moment. "There's no inspection coming up."
"No, but my boss is coming by in three days, and I'm sure that half that time will be spent in my office. With my meticulous records."
Kame's fingers are hovering over the keys needed to hand in his resignation via email before Yoko even gets back to his desk to read it. He waits for the next line that he's sure is coming somewhere.
"You like Chow Mein, right?" Yoko continues.
"I had plans tonight," Kame tries, desperately.
Yoko pats him on the shoulder. "No worries, you still do, and now they include egg rolls."
"I don't understand," Kame says, because none of the papers he is pulling out of the cabinet are in any way related. "There's no discernible system to any of this."
"There's always a system," Yoko says. The other man crouches a bit behind and to the left of Kame, looking over his shoulder while crunching on a crab rangoon. There is silence, and Kame pulls more papers out that seem to have been shoved in without even trying to keep them flat.
"Okay," Yoko says, "this was the time where I was filing under the color of paper."
"No, you weren't," Kame tells him, and holds up a wad of the paper as evidence. "None of these are even the same shade on the damn color wheel."
Yoko looks at the papers, down at the cabinet, and then chews some more in thought. "Oh, I remember. I was doing it by color, but then halfway through it got changed to filing by the 'whatever was on my desk at the time when I needed it clean' system."
"That's not a system!"
"It's my system," Yoko comments, and grabs for another rangoon. "Do you like crab? These are really good tonight."
By the end of the night, Kame is sitting next to two completely gutted filing cabinets, three bags of trash (why Yoko insists on keeping triplicate of only things he doesn't need it for, Kame will never understand), and a line of stacks of papers sorted by case, record, date of filing, and where the other copies went to.
Kame is, for all intents and purposes, exhausted.
He stares at the papers for a long time lost in his own thoughts before movement startles him back into reality- it's just Yoko, handing him another steaming cup of coffee. Kame notes that Yoko hasn't bothered to give Kame the coffee in one of his decorative mugs that are sitting all over the office on various pieces of furniture; maybe Yoko has forgotten they are there, along with most of the other things he needs to remember instead.
"Well, we've made good progress," Yoko says cheerfully.
"Who's we?" Kame grumbles. "You spent thirty minutes trying to find a good satellite radio station that wasn't playing that new girl group you hate."
Still, the coffee is good- Yoko must have gone to the officer's break room to get the good stuff- and the company was better. Kame can think of worse ways to spend a night, most of which have to do with his fellow squadmembers.
"I just think they are very overplayed," Yoko tells him. "That song has no beat at all."
"I'm not sure you'll get done before your boss comes down," Kame says, because they haven't even touched the other two cabinets.
"About that," Yoko says, and sets the paperweight he'd been holding down gently on the desk surface. "I got an email around 5 that said she was going to have to postpone due to the drug runner cartel that fell into her home district's lap."
Kame's pretty sure he's developing a twitch in his eye he should probably get looked at. "And you couldn't bother to tell me this?"
"Well, you looked really in the zone," Yoko says, eyes wide. "I mean, you were really going at those papers, you know? I didn't want to interrupt you."
Kame just glares at him for a long moment.
"If I kill you in here, it'll be days before anyone finds the body," he says.
"They know I sleep here sometimes," Yoko sighs. "I think the janitor checks nightly."
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"I have to leave before my boot accidentally goes up your ass," Kame tells him, and leaves Yoko's office to go back to his own, where his work from today- still unfinished with reports to be written and filed- and his coat are.
Yoko follows him, because for an Enforcer, he's never been very good at taking hints. "What I was trying to say earlier was that I like the coat."
"What?" Kame asks, distracted and not really listening.
"The coat, I like it. It's nice. Slimming."
Kame pauses and looks at the jacket in his hands. "Oh. Thanks. I got it from a place that Akanishi recommended."
There's a long moment of silence before Yoko sort of clenches his jaw and asks, in a way far too casual to actually be casual, "Akanishi?"
"My bartender... friend," Kame gets out. He feels weird saying it, but he supposes its the best way to describe the whole thing. He shrugs the coat on and gathers his things, and as he turns his desk lamp off, Yoko is still standing there just sort of glaring at him.
"Is there something else you need?" Kame asks. When Yoko fails to respond, Kame starts for the door- he's late, but he can catch the last train if he hurries and he won't have to hail a cab. "I hope you know I'll be billing you for these extra hours."
"Of course," Yoko replies stiffly.
Kame waves lazily over his shoulder and then turns with a grin, happy to finally get the last word. "Changed your mind about the coat, didn't you?" he laughs, and lets the door swing shut behind him.
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I JUST
I NEED TO ADD THIS TO MY MEMORIES
AS THE FIRST THING ADDED TO MY DW MEMORIES
BECAUSE THERE ARE JUST TEARS ALL OVER MY FACE AND I CAN'T BREATHE
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Memo to Kamenashi: Did you get a new coat?
Is what is scrawled across the top.
Kame frowns down at it, and then looks up at the coat rack by his desk where his coat- which isn't new, but rather from the back of his closet that he hadn't seen in awhile- is hanging, and then back down at the memo again.
After a moment, he tugs out his own sheet and scribbles down a quick reply before jamming in into the designated "out" level of his plastic organizer.
Memo to Yokoyama: You need a hobby.
BONERITUDE MEMO TO KATY
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"Here, we call that stalking," Kame informs him, and jabs at the large red button. It doesn't work. He tries three more times, and his paper gets jammed in the feeder instead.
Yoko leans against the doorframe. "No, here we call that caring about subordinates and knowing things about them, in order to foster a good relationship."
"Miida got a new haircut last week and you never noticed," Kame says. "It would only be useful if you applied this level of 'attention to detail' to your filing cabinets."
"My filing cabinets don't have feelings," Yoko sniffs. "They don't count."
"No, but I do," Kame replies, and finally succeeds in yanking his paper out of the top, "and I tend to feel rather annoyed when I'm the one who has to pull late hours to stay and help you organize them."
Yoko regards him silently for a long second. "Break room was out of non-fat, non-dairy creamer again, wasn't it?"
"Fuck off," Kame kindly informs him, and refuses to give Yoko the affirmative reply he's looking for.
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"Are you planning to renounce your citizenship?" Kame asks, checking his emails without glancing at his superior. "Or taking my suggestion seriously and learning a language as a way to fill your time."
"I mean for the food to order tonight while I'm working on my cabinets," Yoko says.
Kame stops typing for a moment. "There's no inspection coming up."
"No, but my boss is coming by in three days, and I'm sure that half that time will be spent in my office. With my meticulous records."
Kame's fingers are hovering over the keys needed to hand in his resignation via email before Yoko even gets back to his desk to read it. He waits for the next line that he's sure is coming somewhere.
"You like Chow Mein, right?" Yoko continues.
"I had plans tonight," Kame tries, desperately.
Yoko pats him on the shoulder. "No worries, you still do, and now they include egg rolls."
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"There's always a system," Yoko says. The other man crouches a bit behind and to the left of Kame, looking over his shoulder while crunching on a crab rangoon. There is silence, and Kame pulls more papers out that seem to have been shoved in without even trying to keep them flat.
"Okay," Yoko says, "this was the time where I was filing under the color of paper."
"No, you weren't," Kame tells him, and holds up a wad of the paper as evidence. "None of these are even the same shade on the damn color wheel."
Yoko looks at the papers, down at the cabinet, and then chews some more in thought. "Oh, I remember. I was doing it by color, but then halfway through it got changed to filing by the 'whatever was on my desk at the time when I needed it clean' system."
"That's not a system!"
"It's my system," Yoko comments, and grabs for another rangoon. "Do you like crab? These are really good tonight."
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i could give you links to things but you would never have time to watch them so it's ok
IT WAS GETTING SMALL SO I STARTED A NEW ONE MEMO TO KATIE
Kame is, for all intents and purposes, exhausted.
He stares at the papers for a long time lost in his own thoughts before movement startles him back into reality- it's just Yoko, handing him another steaming cup of coffee. Kame notes that Yoko hasn't bothered to give Kame the coffee in one of his decorative mugs that are sitting all over the office on various pieces of furniture; maybe Yoko has forgotten they are there, along with most of the other things he needs to remember instead.
"Well, we've made good progress," Yoko says cheerfully.
"Who's we?" Kame grumbles. "You spent thirty minutes trying to find a good satellite radio station that wasn't playing that new girl group you hate."
Still, the coffee is good- Yoko must have gone to the officer's break room to get the good stuff- and the company was better. Kame can think of worse ways to spend a night, most of which have to do with his fellow squadmembers.
"I just think they are very overplayed," Yoko tells him. "That song has no beat at all."
"I'm not sure you'll get done before your boss comes down," Kame says, because they haven't even touched the other two cabinets.
"About that," Yoko says, and sets the paperweight he'd been holding down gently on the desk surface. "I got an email around 5 that said she was going to have to postpone due to the drug runner cartel that fell into her home district's lap."
Kame's pretty sure he's developing a twitch in his eye he should probably get looked at. "And you couldn't bother to tell me this?"
"Well, you looked really in the zone," Yoko says, eyes wide. "I mean, you were really going at those papers, you know? I didn't want to interrupt you."
Kame just glares at him for a long moment.
"If I kill you in here, it'll be days before anyone finds the body," he says.
"They know I sleep here sometimes," Yoko sighs. "I think the janitor checks nightly."
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Yoko follows him, because for an Enforcer, he's never been very good at taking hints. "What I was trying to say earlier was that I like the coat."
"What?" Kame asks, distracted and not really listening.
"The coat, I like it. It's nice. Slimming."
Kame pauses and looks at the jacket in his hands. "Oh. Thanks. I got it from a place that Akanishi recommended."
There's a long moment of silence before Yoko sort of clenches his jaw and asks, in a way far too casual to actually be casual, "Akanishi?"
"My bartender... friend," Kame gets out. He feels weird saying it, but he supposes its the best way to describe the whole thing. He shrugs the coat on and gathers his things, and as he turns his desk lamp off, Yoko is still standing there just sort of glaring at him.
"Is there something else you need?" Kame asks. When Yoko fails to respond, Kame starts for the door- he's late, but he can catch the last train if he hurries and he won't have to hail a cab. "I hope you know I'll be billing you for these extra hours."
"Of course," Yoko replies stiffly.
Kame waves lazily over his shoulder and then turns with a grin, happy to finally get the last word. "Changed your mind about the coat, didn't you?" he laughs, and lets the door swing shut behind him.
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OH WELL IT'S BONERS FOR ME TOO!!!
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but remember
i am also a huge asshole lmao
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wait that didn't quite go the way i meant it
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LIKE
SNOT COMING OUT CRYING
WHEEZING
omg ilu ♥ ♥
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