jezobel
The fabled Teal Deer.
Onodera wasn't lagging behind. He rarely did, always somehow finding enough drive and dedication within himself to carry him reasonably unscathed over any hurdles his professional life threw his way. So, as Takano had come to expect, Onodera wasn't lagging behind, but as far as Takano was concerned, that alone was far from a praiseworthy achievement.
It was already pitch black outside. The rest of the Emerald editors had either gone home for the day, or rushed off to meet with one of their authors, leaving Takano and Onodera, not entirely unexpectedly, as two of the last few stragglers on their office floor.
"Onodera, what's taking so long? We approved that story board already. If you're going to stay behind this late, at least do something useful instead of agonising over stuff that's already been decided on."
Takano leaned one shoulder against the door frame, his usual, steely gaze resting on Onodera's seated figure. A can of freshly purchased vending machine coffee rested blisteringly hot in the palm of his right hand. It was of course his responsibility to hound his editors, and it was especially his responsibility to hound his noob editor particularly mercilessly, however he'd be lying to himself if he didn't acknowledge the ulterior motive nesting in the back of his mind at that moment. After all, there were no immediate disasters or encroaching deadlines preventing him from spending a few hours relaxing that evening, and there sat Onodera, the one person capable of taking Takano's mind completely off of work just by being close by.
"You're free, right? Let's get some take out for dinner at my place tonight," he added after only a brief pause. He said it casually, some of the normal severity of his work-place tone evaporating from his voice. Even as he said the words, however, he was already expecting either rejection or evasion. But this was not the night to give up too easily. Tonight was too good of an opportunity for quality time to pass up, and he was growing rather tired of Onodera constantly trying to slip through his fingers.
It was already pitch black outside. The rest of the Emerald editors had either gone home for the day, or rushed off to meet with one of their authors, leaving Takano and Onodera, not entirely unexpectedly, as two of the last few stragglers on their office floor.
"Onodera, what's taking so long? We approved that story board already. If you're going to stay behind this late, at least do something useful instead of agonising over stuff that's already been decided on."
Takano leaned one shoulder against the door frame, his usual, steely gaze resting on Onodera's seated figure. A can of freshly purchased vending machine coffee rested blisteringly hot in the palm of his right hand. It was of course his responsibility to hound his editors, and it was especially his responsibility to hound his noob editor particularly mercilessly, however he'd be lying to himself if he didn't acknowledge the ulterior motive nesting in the back of his mind at that moment. After all, there were no immediate disasters or encroaching deadlines preventing him from spending a few hours relaxing that evening, and there sat Onodera, the one person capable of taking Takano's mind completely off of work just by being close by.
"You're free, right? Let's get some take out for dinner at my place tonight," he added after only a brief pause. He said it casually, some of the normal severity of his work-place tone evaporating from his voice. Even as he said the words, however, he was already expecting either rejection or evasion. But this was not the night to give up too easily. Tonight was too good of an opportunity for quality time to pass up, and he was growing rather tired of Onodera constantly trying to slip through his fingers.