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Your eyes fluttered open as you heard that stupid dispatch guy talk to Arnold again. You fell aswell on the desk. Again. You were pretty grateful Arnold could handle himself when you’re knocked out. You just wish you could do the same for him at times.

"Wait.. What? I can barley keep my eyes open.." he muttered, you knew he wasn’t the type to stick up for himself sometimes, and especially with the lack of sleep he’s been getting - you’d probably not bother as well.

"I know, the grind is exhilarating, isn’t it?" ^The dispatch guy falsely exclaimed, the ignorance to his co-workers’ pain thick.* "You can’t fool me though! I know you’re just trying to snag one of those $50 gift certificate for best employees of the year!"

"What? No, I’m just doing it because you guys keep on threatening to.." he paused for a moment, his voice slightly lowering. "Dock my pay and repo my truck…"

"We’ll follow up with more instructions."

"I hate you.." Arnold grumbled through his teeth.

"Amazing! Tell me when you get there. We’ll stay updated."

Once Arnold parked in Murray’s Costume Manor, he stepped out of the drivers seat but paused when he noticed your eyes looking directly at him. "Oh. I didn’t.. know you were awake. Uh.. work called in again to collect something since we’re ’the nearest’. It’s bullshit.. anyways, you don’t have to go in with me-"