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Lazy teal hues drift over the mess littering around Matsumoto’s desk, exasperation filtering across his face as his gaze travels around the room. The carnage that is Rangiku’s drunken clumsiness is spread to the couches--which is her favourite place to laze about--and all the way to his usually neat desk. He shouldn’t be surprised; this is a usual occurrence this time of day.
Heavy warm rays lit up the room, an amber glow of late afternoon shone peacefully on bland walls. Tension built from exhaustion and stress buzz behind his eyes, shoulders rolling and pulling to release some of the irritation within lethargic muscles.
“ I don’t have time to reanswer this silly question, Tomoe. ” Hitsugaya’s tone is laced with gravelly anger as a hand lifts to pinch at the bridge of his nose. “ It’s late, don’t you have somewhere else to be? ” He groans. Paperwork sat at the edge of his desk sent a wave of aggravation through his aching body. They were supposed to be finished already, yet, Toshiro stands before a pigsty of an office with a drunken moron at his desk, hair and haori still dishevelled from his accidental nap. -✧❅✧
