#overtiming

;send me a ♬ and I'll shuffle my music. whatever song pops up, i'll use as a starter.

Somebody Told Me - The Killers

Pace yourself for me,I said maybe, [baby], please.

         While Seri was not completely controlling over her clansmen, and did have a sense of respect for their free wills, she still expected a certain grade of work to come out of them. In return for their time off-duty, their meals and beds, their access to training facilities, and even their auras, it was expected of them to put forth effort into work. Be it simple paperwork, or the work that many swordsmen were capable of out in the field -- capturing and detaining rogue strains, each clansman was to be showing his worth.

         The only problems that would seem to come of her clan were when the members didn't work up to their full potential. Their excuses and complaints never worked, anyhow; and by wasting what benefits they could've produced from their work, many lost their trust with Seri.

         Simply put -- she didn't like to see them slacking, when they should've been taking their time. And so, whenever she did have the chance to patrol around the office on her own time, watching over the workers was a habit. If, by chance, they were trying with half a brain to complete their work, she would be quick to scold; yet, if they were working properly, she'd still find the time to issue a warning.

         Fushimi was always good about his work, and Seri knew so. Even seeing him on one of her short routes around the building, whilst he was at work with his papers, she felt oddly compelled to say something simple to him -- maybe to give him a slight hint. But honestly, she wasn't sure why. He was independent, and might've brushed it off; seeing as he was never one to be seen out-of-it.

         "Fushimi-kun," she said, voice sharp, "don't rush the work. Just because you're capable, don't think that you won't make mistakes."

         If any problem would come from him, it would be as a result of his cockiness. Perhaps he might've thought that all his work would end up perfect, without any errors -- simply because he willed it to. He might've had the idea that everything in the end would be fine, because he, as a worker, was very proficient.