@porteurdereve
“ ...yes... yes... I received them. Thank you. I’ll get to work. “
Finally Seiichirou closes the phone, unable to hold a heavy sigh. Ahh. He knows. He knows how it is. If they get behind on schedules the company will be in trouble. Modern age is amazing, you can even work from a sick bed. What a fortunate situation he’s at - able to work from home without missing a day even in 40 C degree fever.
Using bedframe as leverage Seiichirou pulls himself into sitting position. He’s taken some meds so maybe the migraine will subside in a little while. Slow and careful he grabs his laptop, pulling it into the bed as he props himself against the bedframe.
A deep breath, he enters work mode as the laptop turns on. Or tries anyway. He pushes his glass up a little, eyes trailing at the room, dancing at rooms wall, at the person standing there---
“ ....huh?!”
“ W--- wh--- “
Should he be grabbing something?! No matter how many times he turns his eyes and back he still sees someone with a catears standing at the door. He blinks, removing his glasses to pinch the bridge of his nose only to return them and still see him.
“ ...alright. Let’s ignore that. “
It has to be the fever.
