![]() ![]() She shovels the last stale chip into her mouth and washes it down with a mouthful of cold coffee, hoping maybe the caffeine will help her tone out the worlds most annoying sound. Spark looks moderately bothered for a second as if the baby might wake up before his shoulders ease again and he starts twisting his chair side to side, focusing on his communicator as best he can, clearly not getting much work done either. Glancing to her left she watches for a moment as Spark, over at his desk in the corner of the office, spins listlessly in his own chair, a newly hatched togepi snoozing in the crook of his arm as he taps away on his communicator with his free hand. She shuts her eyes tight for a moment and breathes out a calm breath. ![]() She grabs another one as she mistypes a number and irritably clicks to backspace. When she finishes crunching on a dorito she licks the dust from her thumb, twisting in her chair impatiently. The paperwork side of things is easy enough but by far the most boring part of her work. Staring at all these blank boxes is making her eyes feel funny, she glance away to the open bag of stale chips on her desk and grabs a handful, depositing them into her lap to snack on while she starts imputing the stats into the next row down. Candela rubs her palms over her tired eyes as she scoots forward in her wheely chair and tries fruitlessly to focus on the spreadsheet she’s trying to input battle data into. ![]()
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