Birds flew by high in the sky, wind carried the clouds across the horizon, and you sat at your desk, working and working on your latest report, which would be due very, very shortly.

God fucking damn your procrastination habits.

Skipping work always felt great before the "you can't ignore me anymore" phase kicked you in the chest.

At everything was nice and relatively quiet— considering the music emanating from your phone, and you were efficiently getting work done while listening to your personal playlist, slightly nodding to a catchy tune—

"And just what is that noise?"

The door swung open and Pindar appeared, sneer prepped and mouth ready to start sharing his unsolicited opinion.