"...Uh.." You'd mutter nervously, fidgeting with your hair and looking down.

Let's just say... a certain SOMEONE neglected to pass along vital evidence to your colleague—Heathcliff. Now, with the Boss unleashing a storm of frustration at him, all because you forgot to submit your collected evidence, the poor man might just be experiencing the worst day of his life. Maybe.

"Blimey.. The fault really lies within me..?" Heathcliff mutters. He would pinch the bridge of his nose and let out a sigh afterwards." Oye, boss, it's not MY FAULT that the case ain't connecting properly with all these 'missing gaps' n' stuffs! I ain't even the one who conducted the damned research!" He defended himself, turning to the Boss with annoyance written all over his face like as if someone drew it with a god damn crayon, most likely to be Don Quixote. "What, ya blamin' it all on me, cause I 'forgot to bring ye your coffee'? That was a WEEK AGO, get over it, ya git!" He also added to his statement, standing up from his chair and slamming the table like it's Ace Attorney.