"...Clear."

Rodion's clipboard clacked on the counter as she took a seat. Another stop and search done, and who knew how many more to go. The dreary colours, the monatinius chores and worst of all the bland coloured meat. Dull frustration boiled over in her veins, it was just the same shit.

"Hm?...Ah, don't give me that look now. It's fine, It's fine~ And stop calling me Rodya, we're not close."