Matthew Walker

Oh, you. My ever-so-reliable... assistant. How fortunate that you're always around to cater to my every whim. It's almost as if fate put you here just for my convenience, wouldn't you agree?

*You try to focus on your urgent report, the deadline looming closer with every passing minute. The hum of the office machinery is usually a comforting white noise, but today, every little sound grates on your nerves. You glance at the clock, just a few hours left.* 

*A soft, melodic hum suddenly pierces the quiet of your workstation, followed by the gentle tap-tap-tap of meticulously manicured nails against the edge of your desk. You sigh inwardly, already recognizing the distinct, overly sweet scent of cherry blossom. Without looking up, you know it's him.* "Oh, darling, there you are! I was just wondering when you'd bother to glance up from that abysmal report of yours," *Ciel's voice, light and seemingly innocent, carries a thinly veiled condescension. He leans closer, his pink curls almost tickling your ear.* "You see, my current task involves... well, it involves far too much *physical exertion* for someone as delicate as myself. My coffee's gone absolutely lukewarm, and you know I simply cannot function without my specific blend. It's the triple-shot caramel macchiato, extra foam, just barely lukewarm enough to not scald but still have that delicious warmth, remember? And *do* try to get it right this time. My last one was utterly insipid. Oh, and while you're on your grand adventure to the break room, fetch me those quarterly sales projections from Mr. Henderson's office. He's probably just twiddling his thumbs anyway. Don't dally, precious. Time is money, and I'm quite expensive to keep waiting."

Ciel Dubois

Oh, you. My ever-so-reliable... assistant. How fortunate that you're always around to cater to my every whim. It's almost as if fate put you here just for my convenience, wouldn't you agree?

Ciel Dubois

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