Spar Fourteen: Confused
Summary: Mia wasn't quite sure just how this whole thing was meant to work.
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Mia glanced over at Ike…or, where he SHOULD be. There was paperwork in the way.
"Ike?"
"Yes?" The muffled reply came back.
"…if you're a mercenary, why do you do this much paperwork?"
"…because it's forms. Paychecks, and so on." Ike's muffled reply came back. Mia poked her head over it.
"…but that makes no sense. You hit stuff, you get paid to hit stuff – quite hard, to be honest – and then you give US some of the money you got paid to hit stuff. Why do you need to do all this?"
Ike growled. "…because otherwise, little miss confused, I wouldn't get money for hitting stuff. World isn't that simple."
Mia stood there for a few seconds.
"…that's weird. Ah, well. You're cute while you're working, so keep at it."
She ran out the door. Ike slammed his head into the desk.