A/N: (Hums "Kuina, Why'd You Have to Fall Down the Stairs?")
I spent several hours trying to do SOMETHING with my personal domain (neverending-dream dot com), which has sat around as a dumping ground for any images I needed to host since November. I keep looking at it and going, "I spent all day doing that?" So I got a little behind on this again. (Also, had to spend several hours the day before last wiping and re-setting up my computer, which I finally got back from the shop, and some time yesterday removing half of the old carpet in my room... okay, nobody cares. I'm done.)
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"Sir, I knocked but you didn't answer--" Uno's assistant trailed off, noticing he wasn't paying attention. She approached his desk. "Sir? ... Sir?"
Uno looked up suddenly. His voice was much louder than usual. "Oh, it's you! I didn't hear you come in!"
"Sir, why are you shouting?"
"What? I can't hear you, I've--" He sighed, pulling something out of each of his ears: earplugs. "What was that?"
"Never mind, I think I understand now."
"Ah, it's just that I could hear them rehearsing, and it was driving me up the wall."
"Understandably so, sir. And luckily for both of us, we won't have to do that again. Here are the newest instructions."
As he took the envelope, Uno noticed something. "You're still wearing that damned costume."
"Actually, this one's slightly different. You see, it's short-sleeved, and the neckline isn't as low, plus with the addition of a smart, star-spangled tie, it's like festive office-wear."
He rolled his eyes but chose not to respond as he opened the envelope. "Hm... well. That sounds quiet... quieter, at least. Get it to the writers!"