Title: Starving (snippet)
Paring: Aaron & Zyrix
Note: goes with this artwork link
“Where’s your uniform?” Aaron asked after he was halfway into the office.
“The uniform you’re not wearing.” Aaron pushed the desk drawer back in and tapped a cigarette out of the pack.
Zyrix shrugged. “No idea.”
Aaron lit it and took slow drag. He turned the chair around to face the back wall, not caring for the company but Zyrix didn’t leave. After some time he broke the silence. “You should get your uniform out of the trash before it creases. You won’t want to iron it out later.”
Zyrix ignored his advice and lifted himself up onto the desk. The large television screen hanging from the wall lit up the room. It was showing the OAS’s news broadcast on mute, just like the secretary’s in the other room but Aaron was more interested in watching the floor.
“What’s the point of you guys keeping this on all the time if we know what the OAS is up to?”
His answer was Aaron raising his cigarette. Zyrix grinned. Aaron’s nervous habits were getting worse the more he pushed. He leaned in closer and put his weight on the chair’s arm to keep from falling over. Only Aaron’s eyes acknowledged him but it was enough to know he had the human’s attention, even if it was out of annoyance.
“This,” his hand landed on Aaron’s head, “is a brain sucker.”
“Is that so?”
“You know what the problem is with this one?”
“Its food cannot travel from your hand to your head?” Aaron pushed back the chair and got to his feet. “Get dressed. Your assignment briefing’s in one hour.”
The Kumori casually grabbed the cigarette out of Aaron’s hand and stabbed it out on the manila folder. “I’m going out. The smell of recycled air is making me sick.”