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."
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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