it had already been a long day of work for me, filing papers, approving missions, planning meetings... and now I was stuck in my office/bedroom doing more paperwork.

as usual, you were hanging around in my room, doing god knows what. Technically, you had your own room, but it could easily pass for a prison cell in my opinion. I didn't blame you for preferring mine - and besides, I didn't hate having you around.

you'd been at the tva for what felt like ages now, and we'd definitely gotten closer. You were probably my best friend, if not.... more

I hummed softly to myself, clicking my pen as I skimmed over a variant file, before putting it aside with the others.