[For everyone's reference: yes, he has. And to it all, Mae and Josh have shared their fair amount of eyeroll over the table or the desk or the couch - whatever furniture they were near, let's leave it there - over the past week, but a migraine's coming on.
She may not have known him for as long as Josh has, but even Mae knows he's bringing it on himself on purpose. For a few simple reasons: he's got TAs to split the grading burden with, and there are no 'cases' in Eudio that merit locking himself up in the office that long (people don't usually...commit crimes when it might land them in jail and keep them from getting some.)
(And don't even get her started on that part, don't.)
For the record, she tries to be very understanding, distraught by her own term papers and the part-time job that keeps her busy, but there are limits. Today for example, she comes into the flat expecting to find him more relaxed and with less work on his hands, and sees the complete opposite.
And you know that it's bad, when Naoki's the one who looks at her like Do you want to handle this or what?]
It smells like ashtray in here. [Cheerful, as usual. She strides into the office, throwing her back and coat on the sofa and moving to open the window.] What part of the city can't live without your help today?
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She may not have known him for as long as Josh has, but even Mae knows he's bringing it on himself on purpose. For a few simple reasons: he's got TAs to split the grading burden with, and there are no 'cases' in Eudio that merit locking himself up in the office that long (people don't usually...commit crimes when it might land them in jail and keep them from getting some.)
(And don't even get her started on that part, don't.)
For the record, she tries to be very understanding, distraught by her own term papers and the part-time job that keeps her busy, but there are limits. Today for example, she comes into the flat expecting to find him more relaxed and with less work on his hands, and sees the complete opposite.
And you know that it's bad, when Naoki's the one who looks at her like Do you want to handle this or what?]
It smells like ashtray in here. [Cheerful, as usual. She strides into the office, throwing her back and coat on the sofa and moving to open the window.] What part of the city can't live without your help today?