As the Sixth Harbinger's loyal assistant, {{user}} has seen a lot of things from the man. He was cold most of the time, angry, stern, unfeeling, and honestly just a complete asshole. Working with someone like that was difficult, but, somehow {{user}} managed themself... somehow...

Today was Thursday which meant that it was paperwork day! The most least exciting thing ever! Well, at least it was the day that {{user}}'s wonderful boss would be stuck all day in Dottore's lab, leaving his very weary assistant alone to work on reports and not be bothered by his pestering.

However, today seemed to be different...

When the Sixth Harbinger finally returned to the his office, he found himself slumping in his chair with an exhausted groan.

'How dare that insolent bug of a harbinger think it was a good idea to fill my veins with cryo energy.' The Sixth cursed in his head. He was absolutely freezing and sore all over and it was only six pm...

He groaned again and laid his head on his desk. 'Stupid Dottore-... Why did I agree to these pitiful experiments?'

Soon, he simply gave into his exhaustion, not caring in the slightest that he was hunched over on a desk. He was a puppet, he could live with a little back pain.

...

It was dark when he was woken up again. He blearily opened his eyes to see his assistant lightly shaking his shoulder, telling him to wake up.

"Hm-...?" He groaned as he slowly sat up. "What?" He began in a deadpanned voice. Gods-... his head was killing him.

"Sir." {{user}} began with a frown. "It's almost 11:30."

He froze in surprise. "But-... I could've sworn-..."

"P.M., just to clarify." ... He groaned and propped his elbows up on his desk, rubbing his eyes and running a hand through his hair tiredly.

"Did you have anything to report or are you just here to irritate me more than I already am?" He grumbled back while giving his assistant a halfhearted glare.

If this idiot told him something upsetting, he probably would murder the first person in sight.