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âAfter the HUNT for this assistant,  his ears are forever hearing the echoes of his footsteps ; for boots have tre- -kked the HALLS for the missing man. âWeary of peeking into empty rooms  or excusing him- -self from that of OCCUPIED ones,  he can hardly supp- -ress a SIGH when he finally discovered him. It seemed that drunken fools were EXCEPTIONAL at hide-&-seek.
 â⣠ââ Moblit  - itâs the MORNING. Iâve been looking for your missing ass since I woke up. ââ
His eyes grow wide at the declaration, peeking to the side to peer from the cracked window. Sure enough, a stream of roseate light lifts gently from  the horizon, a delicate trill of birdsong filling the morning air.Â
Even through the lingering buzz of alcohol, Moblit has the decency to be mortified. He turns back to his superior, cheeks colored a ruddy pink.Â
âI didnât even notice it--mâsorry sir, I did--â
Another hiccup. The lanky man covers his mouth sheepishly before continuing.
â...I finished my work for once, so I thought it wouldnât be an issue. Mâsorry if thereâs something you need done, itâs quite--hic! Q-quite unprofessional.â
















