#is this something

Now the funny thing is, the TF141 haven't met their soulmates yet, but all of them wear an insult. They make jokes about it, how their soulmates will get along swimmingly or not at all. And how glad they are it's someone who can stand their ground.

Although that probably means the cute secretary Laswell recommended isn't for any of them. They are soft and polite, helpful, never crossing the line, firm but professional. That's at least what Laswell said. And it seems to be true, since you barely look them in the eye and only nod politely when you arrive on the office.

It's a busy day and you immediately dive into work, only emerging, when your new coworkers drag you to the nearest pub to get to know you better. Which happens to be the same pub the 141 like to get a cold pint sometimes. A few drinks in, groups are mingling and you hear Soap making a joke about how he finally can get rid of the pesky paperwork since you are here now.

The alcohol gives you enough courage to stand up and walk over hands on your hips and taking a deep breath.

What follows is a very detailed and graphic description of the state their reports are in, how their handwriting would make a good encryption because nobody with a sound mind would dare to read something that looks like satanic chicken scratchings and you really hope that the mystery stain on some forms is coffe and no body fluids.

You don't register how they all stare at you, eyes glued to your face as you spit out the words they carry on their skin.

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