Office Hours -- Continued from Skype
ヽ(ﾟ◇ﾟ )ﾉ Miratrolling: "Oh… are they nice?"
You were no stranger to tones and forboding words. 'Very personally' could mean… a lot of things. How worrying. You set your head on his chest, looking up and him and hopefully not betrayin your apprehension.
"There's not an awful lot to do when you're working…"
You tilt your head up to accept the kiss and nuzzle into his neck, Â little hands wrapping around his middle. You preferred these false affections to pretending to read any day.
"What's that?"
"It's nothing important. Just somewhere to eat." You thumbed his cheek next, admiring the velvet feel as your fingers dribbled down to his neck where they tinkered with his collar. However, that same hand dropped to his rear and you give him a tap to notion him off. "Let's go. I have a meeting in two hours." Then you had to take him for a walk to burn off some restless energy.Â
It wasn't too far. The cafe, that is. There was a nice bookstore beside it too, littered with books of every genre and size. Well... You figure that he's obedient enough not to run off without you, so you save his leash for another time and snap your fingers in his direction as you pour out into the reception hall. Your secretary gives you a look, but you stop by her desk, scribbling down your lunch hour information and lead Azu down the flight of stairs to the doors.
