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"Alien abductions?"

"No," Reki said quickly. He didn't even know how that would work. Pirates, maybe, but aliens?

"Genderswap! Everybody--"

"Absolutely not." What was Balmung even reading over there while Reki worked on finalizing their reports for the week? Then again, Reki didn't actually want to know.

"Ninjas versus pirates?"

Reki twitched and wondered if his momentary thought of pirates was possibly ESP. Not that he wanted to read Balmung's mind. He did not want to read Balmung's mind. Absolutely...

"No. Besides, we've already kind of done that at least twice." These reports were never getting finished. And they had a deadline. As if anything having to do with Balmung had ever arrived properly on a deadline without Reki stepping in. Maybe Balmung would be able to get his work done without getting distracted if it was somehow a quest or mini-game... Now that would be something to suggest!

"How about ki--"

"If you say 'kitty ears', I'm transferring to accounting."

"Silly hat festival?"

"No."

"The most epic of fetch quests, where each reward is another fetch quest and finally, at the end, the reward is--"

"No, because the reward would be kitty ears and I'd have to transfer to accounting," Reki said flatly. He managed one more sentence based on his own notes and the mess that Balmung had given him to transcribe. Apparently, Balmung had been trying to work on his English. Maybe transferring to accounting would be okay, for a little bit, until Balmung stopped trying to find ideas for The World in weird magazines, brushed up on his English in a less irritating way, and maybe didn't just dump everything on him last minute at the end of the week while also wanting to talk.

"It probably would," Balmung replied, his avatar sprawled on the grass reading a book that was apparently the closest programmed stand-in for whatever Balmung was actually reading. Though, no... Several actual major magazine publishers sold content in The World, so there were plenty of magazine renders. Balmung was just trying... something.

"I need to finish this," Reki said a moment later. It wasn't an essay, after all - didn't need to be long. Follow up on one event, plans pending for the next, note on communications with a couple other departments... Nothing major. Just hit the important parts and go more in-depth next week and start on it earlier...

Deep breath... Reki wondered who programmed that in.

"Your princess is in another--"

"No."

"How about--?"

"No."

"Takeout and evening in?"

"No." Wait, had Balmung just... Reki wasn't sure if he flailed more at his desk or if his avatar had that covered. "Yes!"

Balmung glanced up from over the top of his book, smiling his usual smile.

"I was almost offended," he said playfully. He closed the book and a second later, there was a little ping that signaled that Reki had a file transfer waiting. "That should be the rest of the report."

"What?" Reki questioned as he grabbed the file and opened it. Sure, it'd require a couple minor splices, but it was everything he needed, apparently written while...

He deleted a reference to kitty ears and otherwise started editing the text together. For the first time in ages, they'd be able to leave on time. Balmung had actually managed to--

"Don't forget to bring your gear," Balmung added a moment later. "So we can log on from home."

No, nothing had actually changed.

And a few minutes later, as Reki submitted their report, he was actually a little afraid that he liked it that way.