Onodera Ritsu gave a silent sigh as he typed furiously on his laptop. A new cycle had just begun so Emerald wasn't made up of decaying zombies (yet) and the newbie wanted to get a little bit of a headstart before things turned to chaos so maybe he could feel like he had at least a sliver of control in his life. Wow. What a concept.
The editor was far too absorbed in his work to notice his boss standing behind him, looming over his shoulder until a deep, "Onodera," roused him from his focus.
"Yes, Takano-san?" The subordinate didn't even bother to take his eyes off his screen, already impatient with where this conversation was going and irritated from being interrupted by his ex of all people.
"Ask me what my shirt's made of."
A thick silence fell over the two of them as Onodera's hands froze over the keyboard. Slowly, the younger turned to face his boss. "Excuse me?" He asked.
"Ask me what my shirt's made of." Takano repeated, an unreadable expression on his face as per usual.
"Are you messing with me?" Onodera questioned, staring at his superior skeptically.
"No, just ask me what my shirt's made of."
"Takano-san, I don't know if you read this joke somewhere and your shoujo-fried brain decided it was a good idea to try it out or if you're trying to annoy me, but-"
"Just ask me."
"I can see where this is going from a mile away."
"This is an order from your boss."
"No."
"Ask-"
"No!"
"Boyfriend material."
"I'm resigning."