Levi were around to take care of all these stupid stacks. MORE KILLING IS NEEDED.

snaps another pen in half between his fingers, spilling ink all over the document he was glaring at.

lets out a frustrated growl and pushes his chair back, leaning faaaar back, staring up at the ceiling.

not been feeling more pissed off than usual since his last talk with Dino. Nah-uh. No fucking way.

now standing in the doorway of the office, arms folded across her chest, amused smirk in place.

It's good to know that I'm not the only one suffering because of this arrangement.

HAHAHAHAHAHA! ...Fuck you, bitch. >_>

Language, young man. I'm not too old as to not know when I'm being insulted by a brat.

walks in, settles into the chair on the other side of Squalo's desk, peering at the young man from between colossal stacks of paper.

You're in luck, Superbi. A new assignment came in from home.

brings out a black leather folder, stretching it out towards Squalo.

props himself back up and snatches the folder, poring over the contents almost obsessively.

sick and tired of reading about stocks and complaints re: Marmon's weird-ass experiments and Bel's random "love notes".

watches Squalo read the dossier and the mission details. He hasn't changed much from his days in the Academy: ever impatient, ever restless.

.....

Vooooiiiii. They serious about this?

Dead fucking serious, to borrow your favorite word.

stands up and heads for the door. "It's about time you fulfill that *other* duty you've been given."

I'll be in touch. Good luck.

slips out.

left staring at the leather envelope for a moment longer. He eventually stands up. Might as well get it over with.

that it's high time the property damage comes to an end anyway. The neighbors have been complaining.