sayitwithpocky | My working day has just begun, it's not exactly what I would call fun

[Clarissa loves her job.

No, really. She does.

Her fellow members of Team Rocket may, at first, have loud (and frequently documented in incident reports) disagreements with this statement. ...and it's true that the argumentative, headstrong admin has frequently proved their concerns to be well-placed, with her harsh tongue and poorly thought-out actions, which have landed both herself and other members of her squad into trouble with the Higher Ups too many times to count.

But for anyone working closely alongside Clarissa, it slowly becomes apparent that her work ethic isn't as bad as it first seems. While her attitude is far enough from the ideal to get her frequently busted down to grunt duties, she's undeniably dedicated, and works hard enough to be worthy of her rank.

It's just a shame this dedication dies the moment you place a stack of paper in front of her. Right now, Clarissa is at her desk, her least favourite place to be. She's staring fiercely at the several trays of paperwork in front of her, as if trying to frighten the pile into becoming smaller. It doesn't help much. In fact, the admin just seems to be growing angrier, and in a sudden burst of indignant frustration, Clarissa shoots up and flips one of the trays clean off the desk, sending papers scattering in a flurry across her office.]

Fuck this!

[...okay, some days, Clarissa doesn't love her job. What she would love right now is a coffee break. Or some other fleeting distraction of sorts.]

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Aaah, calm down Admin, you might give yourself wrinkles! Here, you need chocolate!

Wha-- Hey! [Clarissa takes a step backward from the offending Pocky stick and swipes briskly at it, striking it and snapping it into pieces. The last thing she needs right now is a Grunt trying to prod her in the face with pieces of confectionery. The Grunt themselves, however...]

Cram it! I don't need your stupid chocolate, okay? Seeing as you're so willing to help, though...!

[Clarissa turns back to her desk and starts stacking up some of the trays with great haste, staggering under the weight slightly when she hauls them up in her arms and proffers them at Norma, a mean grin upon her face.]

You can take these! It's not like you have anything else important to do, right, Grunt? So get these done for me! As soon as possible, d'you hear me?

Oh, but- uh- Admin! There's no way a measly grunt like me could understand the work you do!

[That grin just increases in size and malevolence. You're doomed, Grunt. Escape or otherwise make excuses while you can...!]

Don't worry, it's not difficult at all - even an idiot could do it! So you'll have no trouble. [Stepping forward insistently and bumping you with the stack of trays. Take theeeeeem.]

Um, huh, well, no trouble is the best amount of trouble? I guess? Haha-

[Aaaaaaaaaand here's everybody's favorite neighborhood Grunt. Morris walks into the office, whistling cheerfully, uniform soaked in blood.]

...Having some trouble, Admin?

[Clarissa snaps into being momentarily alert at the sight Morris' appearance, harsh expression taking on a more serious, businesslike edge to it before it hits that he wouldn't be so cheerful if that were his own blood on his uniform. Which means it's the blood of someone or something else. This only serves to darken Clarissa's already foul mood, as it means Morris got to do something entertaining while she was stuck in this cramped little office. Why did the Grunts get all the fun?]

No. Mind your own freakin' business, Grunt!

[...okay, so, maybe she is a little. Clarissa stands there fuming with her hands clenched into fists at her sides, glaring at the countless sheets of paper spread across the floor. ...she's going to need to actually pick these all up, isn't she?]

[...Nah, she won't. Chuckling, Morris sets to work going around and collecting some of the papers on the floor, clumsily stacking them together. So long as he doesn't have to actually read them, he doesn't mind helping out.]

Aw, c'mon now, Admin. Don't go throwing a hissyfit. [Don't worry, he's just teasing. He'd certainly hate to be in your place.]

[The admin stands there indifferently for a couple of moments, contemplating not bothering to assist Morris with picking everything up - the longer it takes to collect all the papers the later she has to deal with them, right? Besides, this sort of thing is what the grunts are for, anyway. ...she quickly resigns herself to helping after all, however, reluctantly beginning collecting up papers too with an agitated sigh.]

What? I'm not throwing a hissyfit, how dare you? I should force you to deal with this crap just for saying that - then I wouldn't have to do it...! [/FUME] ...Don't get blood over everything, d'you hear me?

Trust me, me doin' this work would just make it worse for you. All this legal crap just goes straight over my head.

[Having mostly shuffled the papers into some semblance of order, he is now holding them out for you to take. There may be a bit of blood smeared on the end pages.]

[She swipes back the papers and holds them aloft, scowling intensely at the blood smears. They're not worth bitching about seeing as they haven't obscured any of the important parts, so she just shoves them back amongst the rest of the documents.]

Ugh. I hate all this legal crap! How come you get to do all the fun stuff? I haven't gotten to do field work in ages, stupid paperwork...

[Morris will attempt to hide his grin at that, mostly unsuccessfully. What a temper.]

Oh, c’mon. Don’t tell me you’d rather be bashing in pokémon skulls? Or taking care of brat kids trying to play hero.

[WE ARE SO PROUD OF OUR WORK IT’S HORRIFYING.]

My working day has just begun, it's not exactly what I would call fun

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