It was never a slow day at the Special Division building- the amount of dumb stuff the Mafia and ADA had done recently that was then piled on the Special Division to clear up was absurd.

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Ango was waiting for his next cup of coffee, tapping away at his computer while angrily muttering. Mushitarou sat on the desk beside him, trying to fix his own hair Ango: “This is completely unhelpful, Mushitarou-“ Mushitarou: “How do you expect me to work when this office air makes my hair look flat!”