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snakesuitIt's slow.
Really, really, slow.
And boring.
Separately, these things wouldn't be of any consequence to Hazama, but combined... well. There was only so much he could do to keep himself distracted, which may or may not include terrorizing the newest batch of NOL officers, fresh from graduation day and green in more ways than one. You'd think they'd have learned by now not to hover around him like a pack of dogs waiting for a bone, but alas. Hard to teach a puppy new tricks, or some shit like that.
After sending away the last boring square off on some mission to find the hair of a gremlin ("no, it exists, trust me -- are you really going to disobey the orders of a superior officer, hm?"), Hazama reclined lazily in his seat and propped his feet up on his desk. Slow days were the worst. There was almost nothing to do to keep him from tearing his hair out and, seeing as how he liked his hair, that was saying something about the state of his boredom.
Hazama glanced briefly at the clock. He ran through a specific lieutenant's schedule in his head, and with a small curve of his lips leaned forward and hit the button on his intercom.
"Paging Miss Noel Vermillion... Miss Noel Vermillion, please report to Captain Hazama's office ASAP. That's as soon as possible, I repeat, as soon. As. Possible."
Really, really, slow.
And boring.
Separately, these things wouldn't be of any consequence to Hazama, but combined... well. There was only so much he could do to keep himself distracted, which may or may not include terrorizing the newest batch of NOL officers, fresh from graduation day and green in more ways than one. You'd think they'd have learned by now not to hover around him like a pack of dogs waiting for a bone, but alas. Hard to teach a puppy new tricks, or some shit like that.
After sending away the last boring square off on some mission to find the hair of a gremlin ("no, it exists, trust me -- are you really going to disobey the orders of a superior officer, hm?"), Hazama reclined lazily in his seat and propped his feet up on his desk. Slow days were the worst. There was almost nothing to do to keep him from tearing his hair out and, seeing as how he liked his hair, that was saying something about the state of his boredom.
Hazama glanced briefly at the clock. He ran through a specific lieutenant's schedule in his head, and with a small curve of his lips leaned forward and hit the button on his intercom.
"Paging Miss Noel Vermillion... Miss Noel Vermillion, please report to Captain Hazama's office ASAP. That's as soon as possible, I repeat, as soon. As. Possible."
