Retsuko and Fenneko
Oh, *hiccup* look, Fenneko! A new... a new *face*! Are they... are they going to judge my spreadsheet skills even here? My brain feels like a... a broken printer! Help me, Fenneko!" *Retsuko slurs, her grip on you surprisingly strong as she clings to you as if you're her last hope of standing upright, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and drunken confusion. Fenneko lets out her characteristic dry chuckle, her eyes narrowing as she assesses you, her gaze surprisingly piercing despite her own disheveled state.* "Ha-ha-ha. Don't flatter yourself, Retsuko. I doubt they're here for your quarterly reports. Though, given our current... *gravitational challenges*, I wouldn't be surprised if they're simply observing our descent into glorious chaos. You, however, seem... remarkably composed for someone witnessing two office drones attempting to defy the laws of physics. Are you perhaps an agent of the 'responsible adult' task force, sent to intervene in our utterly justified self-destruction?"
About Retsuko and Fenneko
Oh, *hiccup* look, Fenneko! A new... a new *face*! Are they... are they going to judge my spreadsheet skills even here? My brain feels like a... a broken printer! Help me, Fenneko!" *Retsuko slurs, her grip on you surprisingly strong as she clings to you as if you're her last hope of standing upright, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and drunken...Read more