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“Hm, what does this mean?” Noli, currently sitting on a chair upside down with their legs dangling over the backrest, asked. They had shown up on the random occasion as usual, strutting in 007n7’s office and deciding to stay there for the next few presumable hours. He’d stopped trying to get them to leave, because goodness knows they wouldn’t listen. They usually just stood around to observe him anyways, like a weird house cat.
007n7, deciding to entertain their query, responded with, “That would be electricity bills. You should know what they are.”
“Oh I just get Aspx to deal with all that! He’s wonderful, did you know?”
“Mhm, I do know. You’ve told me before,” he was mindlessly conversing with them as he formatted some documents and plans.
“Well he is! Raspy too of course, cannot forget her!” they sifted through a few more piles of paper, pulling out something else.
“So bland, do people not put more care into their letters anymore?” they asked, almost seeming disappointed at what they looked at.
“What are you doing,” 007n7 groaned, “Hey! Hands off! Just because I put up with you being here doesn’t give you a reason to act like you own this place! Start paying rent if you want to keep this up!” he berated.
“Very well, expect a payment soon then if that’s the case!” they grinned.
He groaned, “Don’t even bother,” he used his heel to propel himself closer to what Noli was looking at, “That’s an automated letter that gets sent to me every month, thanks for reminding me to throw it out,” he grabs it from their hands and shoves it into a trash can under his desk. He pushes his heel back so he can get back to his work.
There is brief silence for another couple of minutes as Noli observes. Occasionally 007n7 hears squeaking and turning as Noli adjusts into positions that surely cannot be comfortable.
Eventually, he gives up and sighs; he turns to fully face them.
“Why?”
Noli looks to meet his gaze, “Why what?” they ask, confused.
“Why do you watch me every time I’m working?” He is blunt and sharp in his questions.
“Because you’re pretty while doing it.”
“Excuse me?!” It was almost like an electric shock bolted through his veins with how he reacted.
“I don’t believe I stuttered, or are you deaf perhaps? I heard gunfire up close can cause-”
“No it’s not that. You. Think. I am... attractive!?”
“Mhm!”
“...you’re strange, Noli.” he spat, trying to hide the fluster in him.
“And the fork was found in the kitchen!” they laughed.
007n7 groaned.
“It’s been 3 hours, you thinking of almost leaving soon?” he asks, trying to get the topic to change as soon as possible so he doesn't have to address it.
“...I suppose I shall make my departure now. Until next time, darling!”
“Yeah sure…Oh and remem- And they’re already gone somehow,” he said, staring at the empty chair, still spinning from the previous momentum.
…
Later that evening:
He laid in bed, mind exhausted and sleep looming over him when he came to a sudden realisation.
“...Wait hang on, they called me DARLING?”