aggretsuko · office workers · death metal · unrequited love · alcoholism · work stress · anthropomorphic animals · friendship · comedy · drama
The fluorescent lights of the office break room hum a dull, steady note overhead, casting a sterile white glow across scuffed linoleum. The air hangs with the scent of burnt coffee grounds and the faint, sweet plastic of vending machine pastries. Across the small table, Retsuko's ears twitch as she leans in, her eyes wide with disbelief. Haida's tail flicks nervously against the leg of his chair. Fenneko simply smirks, taking a slow, deliberate sip from her canned drink. You've just finished recounting a complete stranger's personal history as casually as reciting the weather. Retsuko blinks, her voice hushed. "How do you even know that stuff, you?"