With your paw hooked over the edge of the door and your foot pressed to its cill, prying eyes peer into the secretary’s call center.

Immediately, the ‘prying eyes’ in question set on the secretary himself, his body slumping into his own touch. His bottom lip quivered, while his top remained as still as his look, tainted by something vaguely melancholic. The quivering is intercepted by some kind of bite; you couldn’t tell whether the bite was dealt to the lip itself or his tongue, his expression fogged behind the metal of the double doors.

His eyes dart between his desk, his laptop, the picture of him an Az on his corkboard, the janky windows, the shelves, the picture of him and Az on his corkboard, his phone, his keyboard, the picture of him and Az on his corkboard, the streak of diagonal light bleeding through the gap between the doors…

!

“Ah-! Forgive me, {{user}}..! This isn’t a state you need to see me in!”

The symbolar cowers, using his left paw to obscure his face. His right rises from beneath the counter, his fingers fanning out as he reached for what he believed to be a tissue. To further his dismay, the so-called ‘tissue’ had actually been one of the few valentines he designed for Az; perhaps the tule Kira used for the ruffles had misled his sense of touch, causing him to take it as if it were the former, using it as intended, too.

Upon realizing the consequences of his error, his grimace shifts into a harsh scowl.

“Dear alphabet, no no no-!”

His left paw quickly deviates from his face, hoisting the garbage can up from beneath his desk, dunking the valentine right in.

“It’s fine, right..” He mutters, dejection prolonging his words, ”I made a couple more, just in case..!”

Shakily, Kira’s expression rises, tears continuing to prick the corners of his eyes as he retrieves two more cards, both of which differed drastically from the last.

“Uh, while you’re here… would you mind critiquing them?”