still alive, obviously." Demi pointed out, gesturing at his
kind of you to notice." He responded deadpan, taking a bite out
of his sandwich and for the first time being glad
Dulce rolled his eyes, but the grin remained. "I guess you must
be 'acceptable' if she hasn't sent you off in fear of your life by
now. Or sobbing."
how many assistants has she had
before me?" Rean couldn't help his curiosity.
made a show out of counting on his fingers. "Let's see, as far
as I know... one, two, three... four. You're the fourth."
an eyebrow, the brunet wasn't necessarily finding that hard to believe,
one of them, again?"
were recommended." The captain responded, grin unfading. "You
had to do something,
was the same answer that Rean had been
getting from him. Taking another bite of his sandwich, even after
his first week he could understand why people tended to avoid being around
the woman, let alone being her assistant. It
as much, clearly--as she also had a habit of personifying another
important concept: the punishing hand of god. Maybe not literally...
but enough. Even taking care of the paperwork had allowed him a
certain degree of listening to conversations, and... yeah. Definitely
not a woman made for a steady relationship.
some inexplicable reason that he was still
trying to get out of his friend, Rean had been assigned as the
general's assistant. Just while she was there at the Tower, but
considering that might be several months... it was kind of a
frightening thought even knowing he hadn't been sent to his quarters
under the threat of death or a bad evaluation. He wasn't really
looking forward to the possibility of being knocked back down to
cleaning duty. Particularly not around the galley.
doesn't eat in here, you know." Demi's non sequitur made Rean
blink. The raven-haired man made a quick gesture as he took a sip of
his drink, finally getting to his own lunch. "Rakashi. She
doesn't eat in the galley. She's always in her office."
you really think she'd appreciate you using her first name?" was
his only response, not having a clue
what Demi was getting at... as usual.
captain made a vaguely rude dismissive sound before unwrapping his
sandwich. "She's not here. I know she sees all and hears all,
but no one listens to me,
clarifies nothing." Rean responded, tone dry. "I already
have to make her coffee in the morning, so..?"
you poor boy." Demi sighed over-dramatically. "Soon it'll
be breakfast. Then lunch. Then she'll be wanting you to bring her dinner
and you'll be so
from your day that you won't be able to help
cherry tomato bounced
off of the captain's forehead. "Not everyone is you,
before going back to his sandwich.
his forehead and attempting a hurt look, Demi whined, "Well
maybe they should
I have to add something else to your
that the woman wasn't even looking up from her papers, he didn't
actually bother to fully
close the door behind himself. "Yes, General?"
haven't had anything to eat yet. Since it's--" she finally
looked up, glancing around for a clock... and finding none. "Since I
it's later than it ought to be, might you mind grabbing whatever
packaged filth is left in the galley before I realize how low my
blood sugar has become?"
blinked. Fucking Demi. "No problem, General." And with
that, he sort of had to ponder just why
Rakashi might avoid the galley. Particularly with her description of
at the table--that time having dessert. "Why
doesn't Rakashi eat in the galley?"
she's banned from the galley."
brunet blinked. "I didn't think it was possible
to get banned."
did anyone else." Demi shrugged, turning back to his cake and
newspaper. "You know how it is, though. If anyone can do
his head, Rean dismissed himself back to the general's office,
sandwich in tow. It wasn't exactly something he could ask
about... but it was an interesting little fact nonethless.
without bothering to look up at
looked at the wrapped sandwich for several seconds before answering,
"Something with meat in it."
surprised him by snorting softly. "I'll take it, then. I
appreciate it, Mr. Coi."
as how that was probably as close to "thank you" as the
woman got, he was glad to accept with a nod as he placed the sandwich
on the corner of her desk not
covered in papers. "Of course, General." Turning to get
back to rearranging the filing cabinets, he paused for a moment. Either
it was a fit of courage or a fit of stupidity
straight from Demi, but... "May I ask you something, General?"
it's about the galley, no." She responded immediately, turning
a page to jot something down. "If it's about how I know it's
always you entering and exiting my office, you have a particular
cadence to your walk. If it's about anything else... no."
jaw loosened slightly. After a short pause, he could only think to
respond, "Thank you, General."
a problem." Rakashi answered, all the while seeming to pay full
attention to her papers.