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It first happened while she was on a much needed coffee break.
She'd decided she needed peace, silence, so the girl went to the storage room and took a little smoke. And a swig of her precious energy drink.
And she ate. She ate, quietly, wondering what to do later in the day, after she clocked out.
Then someone stumbled into the storage room. The room she had been in.
It was one of her coworkers, the annoying, loud, obnoxious Takanashi Kiara.
"O-oh, hey, Calli!" the orange haired girl had greeted. She seemed like a mess. "Nice, uh, nice weather we're having." Kiara, what the fuck, you dumbass!
Calli looked up at the ceiling. Then she looked back at the girl. "...yeah." She's trying to make conversation, fuck's sake, be nice.
Both girls never really talked much. But internally, they were already dying. One because she was talking to the beautiful Mori Calliope that all the other girls swooned at, the other because she was a mess socially.
Eventually, she patted the seat next to her. "...take a seat."
Kiara flinched, shyly making her way next to Calli. Then they got to talking, and then started complaining about various small aspects of their work.
They got into heir hobbies. Calli loved music, she liked to sing, to rap, to attempt music composition.
Kiara loved music, she liked to sing, to dance, to befriend people and fill them with energy.
"Heh. So... we both love music, huh?" Calli mused.
"Y-yeah, we do! Isn't, isn't that great?" Kiara rasped.
That was when their conversation died.
So when the awkwardness got too much for them, Kiara squeaked out the worst thing she could possibly have done. "So, uh, wanna kiss?" Takanashi Kiara you fucking dumbfuck!
Calli was, to say the least, dumbfounded. But as her coworker started yelling all sorts of things and her hands were flailing around, her eyes locked onto Kiara's lips.
They were luscious. Kissing those pretty lips of hers probably wouldn't be so bad.
"...sure, why not." Mori Calliope what the absolute fuck.
Takanashi Kiara was a sputtering mess when their break ended, daydreams in her head.
There was this girl, Kureiji Ollie. She was... well, imagine Kiara, but much, much more energetic, and much more gay.
If Kiara often made a showing of how much she appreciated the body, Ollie was almost entirely all about it.
Her coworkers had learned to get used to it soon enough, and eventually, just take her praises in good jest. But Ollie was an absolute horndog, and one could only wonder what kind of crazy things Ollie would do to them if she gave her the opportunity.
It didn't surprise Calli, one day, when Ollie kicked the door to her sanctuary open and ran in. "Calli! Sen! Pai!" the girl basically screamed.
For Calli, Kiara was somewhat tolerable. But with Ollie? She was a headache. "...yes?" she grunted, her ears already hurting.
"I hear! That you eat alone here in this room!" Ollie exclaimed. "That's not good! Come and eat outside!"
The underground rapper sighed. "...I want to eat quietly," she said.
"That's alright! You can eat and stay quiet while being with everyone else!"
Ollie was not getting the hint.
"Kureiji... I need my quiet time." Was that clearer?
"But why!? We all want to spend time with you!" Okay, she was not. Also, that was pretty straight forward. Maybe.
Calli clutched her head, sighing. "...it's my break time. I'm taking a break from work and talking to people."
Ollie blinked. "But you're talking to me, and I'm people!"
"I did not invite you here," the girl replied.
"Well, maybe you should!"
Was it workplace bullying if she told Ollie off? It'd probably be considered such, but Calli wasn't seeing much options here.
"...ugh. Now it's hot." All this yelling was destroying her safe space. Calli put aside her lunch box and took off her outer shirts, revealing nothing but rather sexy lingerie.
Ollie went silent, staring at her wordlessly. She didn't notice for a while, until it became too quiet.
"...Kureiji? You good?" Calli asked, and then remembered that she had just essentially stripped her upper half to almost her barest of selves. "Oh, fuck, sorry, I didn't mean to-"
"God, I want your boobs on my face."
Calli blinked. "What?"
"What?" Ollie chirped. Oh, that must've been a slip of her tongue. The loud girl was now burning red.
Furthermore, she knew the girl was depraved, but that was just... something. Calli wasn't even sure if she could unhear that.
But you know what? She was tired and could go for a fling right now.
A raised eyebrow, she gestured Ollie to come over to her.
Some very shy motorboating and kisses later, Kureiji Ollie was broken for the rest of the day.
If there's anyone who truly defined insufferable, it was Ouro Kronii. She was competent, yes. She was also madly in love with herself.
For many, this wasn't all that bad. Kronii didn't bother them, they didn't bother her, and she did her job, and they did their job.
And the way she constantly talks about herself with praises and admires her own form, even in mirrors... well, they were tolerable. A bit weird, that's for sure.
But those who gets on her bad side? Oh, she'd compare them to herself, and obviously, she got more of her own praises than her enemies did. But sometimes, you don't have to annoy her to get on her bad side. Being seen as competition was enough for her to occasionally make jabs at you.
She was still a nice and caring coworker, of course. But for Calli, who just happened so get on her radar somehow... it was an inconvenience.
"So, Mori, I heard that you're the new craze around here." That was how she opened a conversation, while Calli was again trying to enjoy her meal in peace.
"I don't follow," Calli replied. Because truthfully, she had no idea what the fuck this woman was talking about.
"Oh, don't kid around," the blue haired girl said. "I know you've been going around giving the ladies some sweet, sweet sugar."
...I don't like this conversation. Calli groaned. "Who's the one going around saying that crap?" Not that she's wrong, but I had reasons.
"Just a little birdie. I gotta say, I'm appalled," Kronii said. "Did you think you could become perfect in their eyes by offering a little tongue? I'm a bit offended if you think that's enough to reach my level of beauty."
"Ouro. What in the name of fuck are you even talking about." That wasn't just a question, by the way, she wanted that to be a genuine topic of conversation. This girl had problems.
But the bluenette merely huffed. "Please, I can read you like a book. Only it wouldn't be as interesting a book as one written about my life, of course."
"How anyone puts up with you is insane," Calli growled. "If you're so perfect, then please do me a favor and shut up."
Kronii raised an eyebrow. "And what, pray tell, makes you deserving of my shutting up?" she asked. "If you'd like me to shut up, prove to me that you deserve it. Earn it, Mori. Make me shut up."
"...fine." Calli got up, pinned Kronii to the wall, and claimed her lips.
After a squeak, the girl finally shut up. "...mweh...?"
The pink haired girl smirked. "What's the matter, Ouro? Not so big now, are we?"
Ouro Kronii stopped swooning over herself ever since.
Tsunomaki Watame was an adorable girl who made many mistakes. Often.
The first few times, it was adorable, but later on, a small group of coworkers began to wonder if she just didn't care that much about her work.
Some sort of weird phrase started to pop up, that she likes to parrot: "Watame did borderline nothing wrong!"
Whatever that 'borderline' meant, people had pretty mixed feelings about the girl, but the negative side was at most just slight irritation and confusion.
Calli, to be frank, couldn't really care much. Most of Watame's terrorism affected the others, and her work was more or less untouched for the most part.
Sometimes the girl would try to annoy her for the fun of it, but the musician never let it bother her too much.
After all, once you ignore someone long enough, they get bored eventually and leave for a new victim.
Unfortunately for her, one fine day, Watame set her sights on Calli again, and intruded upon the storage room.
"Calli! Calli! Hey, Calli!" God, her voice was adorable, but she was just so damn annoying. "Calli! What'cha doing?"
The pink haired girl's hand paused, chopsticks in her hand, food about to enter her mouth. She shook her head slightly. "What does it look like?"
"...giving your food a kiss?" What was this girl's problem?
"I'm eating." Calli took a bite.
Watame stared curiously, then examined her meal. Then she looked back at the girl, and then at the food again. "Can I have a bite?"
Sighing, Calli picked up the last wiener from her boxed lunch. "Sure," she muttered, then plopped it into her mouth, while extending the box to her coworker.
To her frustration, Watame simply looked at her long and hard, then frowned. "Sausage. I want sausage."
She paused her chewing. "...all gone," the girl muttered, then continued.
Then, in an act that made no sense, Watame straddled herself around Calli's lap, her arms hanging behind the girl's shoulder. "What if Watame takes it from your mouth?" she asked in a half-cutesy half-seductive voice. Calli, not amused, swallowed, to the girl's dismay. "Hey! That's not fair!"
For fuck's sake. Calli swiftly picked up a ball of rice and plopped it into her mouth, then threw the chopsticks into her lunchbox and grabbed Watame by her necktie. She pulled in Watame and put their lips together, gently shoving some of the rice in her mouth to the girl.
Watame let out an eep and had no idea how to respond, until they broke apart. "W, wh, wha, uh, um, uh, I, what, um..."
"Shut up and eat," Calli muttered, plopping a piece of broccoli into her mouth next.
Later, skipping the rest of her work, Tsunomaki Watame ran all the way home with a very red face.
She started to become aware of what really made all her coworkers start looking at her in... lustful light.
One afternoon, getting to enjoy her break in solitude again, Calli found herself visited by none other than Tokino Sora, one of the offices' role model.
"Hey... Calli?" Sora greeted. "Can I ask you a question?"
Calli blinked. "Uh. Sure."
"I, uh. I've been hearing a... rumor, about you. And, uh, this room." Sora said quietly, fidgeting.
She still wasn't sure where this was going. "...what exactly is this rumor?"
Sora looked away. "They, uh. They say... if you meet with Mori Calliope in the storage room at lunchtime... you get to, uh... enjoy something." At Calli's raised eyebrow, she looked down. "...y, you get to makeout with her."
Calli winced. Oh, okay, she was starting to understand what the rumor was getting at, or why it was born. ...and maybe why her coworkers were so dead set on bothering her.
She stared at Sora sympathetically. Then she frowned. "...what, do you also wa-"
"N-no, no! That's not it!" the brunette quickly yelled. "I, uh. I just wanted to... ad, advise you to... please take that sort of thing somewhere else," she muttered. "Um. The... the morals of the girls here... well, I, I don't want them to start getting, y, y'know, distracted..."
Well, that was kinda sweet of her. And it was a bit funny seeing her all flustered, honestly. "...thanks, Sora."
Sora sputtered. "Th, uh, no, no need to, thank me, um. Yeah. That's... that's it. That's all. I, uh, guess."
Finishing her meal, she closed her lunchbox and got up. Calli walked to the door, past Sora, before pausing. "...you're not going?"
The brunette looked away. "Um... m-maybe in a bit. I need to... um. Calm down a bit."
Was that disappointment in her voice? No, she was probably imagining it. Maybe. ...Calli frowned.
"...do you want to try?" she whispered, just in case.
"T, try, try what? I, wasn't, I'm not curious at all!" Sora quickly yelled, arms flailing around.
What a cutie. Calli put the boxed lunch down on a shelf, and gently lifted her coworker's face by the chin. "A present to my lovely coworker," she whispered, and kissed her tenderly.
Sora froze, her face burning hot, before she opted to kiss back. "...th, thank you," she whispered.
"You're welcome."
