*Yet another Scandal inspired one based on S3E13 "No Sun On The Horizon" this is one of my favorite moments from the whole show it was so funny and I just had to do it as Yato pouting and Father gloating. I had no choice. XD
Yato was a trained and talented killer, he had killed kings, real kings with crowns and everything. He lived in the shadows and operated in the dark. Yato was the thing that went bump in the night.
All of this is to say: he was not thriving in this customer service environment.
"No, I don't know if we sell legal-sized paper! Because I just don't okay! Yeah well, your phone manners suck too, lady!" Yato slammed his phone down, snarling at the desk.
One time! He had freelanced one time! He didn't really think that merited being relegated to working in the fake front-business for their spy organization.
Acme Limited he scoffed. What a joke.
Yato tore his notepad in half in frustration and flung the two pieces in opposite directions just as a door to his left opened and Hiiro stepped into the lobby. She deflected the flying notepad and chuckled at Yato.
"Hiiro!" Yato said, perking up at once, "Do you know if we match our competitor's coupons?"
Hiiro recoiled, blinking several times in shock. "Wait, what? Are you telling me we actually sell paper?"
"Apparently so," Yato hissed.
"Huh," Hiiro said, walking out the door without another word to Yato, no doubt on the way to do a real mission.
Yato groaned loudly and dramatically, glaring at his multi-line office phone. He really, really didn't want to do this. But he also knew if he fucked up at this desk job he'd never get ungrounded.
Yato gritted his teeth and picked up his stupid office phone, dialing his father's extension. His father answered the phone after two rings.
"What is it, Yaboku?" Yato hesitated, trying to force the words out of his throat, but found them choked off by his pride. "I can hear you breathing!~" His father sang.
"I- do we-" his words cut off abruptly while his father waited patiently for Yato to choke out his question. Yato sighed heavily. "Do we match our competitor's coupons?"
Yato gritted his teeth as his father's laughter echoed through the headset.
"I'll be right there."
"Dad, wait, no-" but it was too late, his father had already hung up, and a few moments later he burst into the lobby, phone held aloft, recording this moment for posterity. Yato groaned, burying his face in his hands.
"Is there something you wanted to know?" His father asked gleefully.
"I hate you," Yato said through his fingers.
"Oh don't be mean to me, your darling daddy, you had a question, right? Ask your old man!"
"Go away, Dad," Yato snapped.
"No! I just wanted to answer your very pressing question, about coupons, was it?"
"Bastard," Yato muttered. "I could kill you, you know!"
"You could certainly try!~" His father sang, phone still aloft, face split in a shit-eating grin.
Yato sighed heavily, knowing both that he could never succeed in actually killing his father and that this torture wouldn't end until Yato gave in and asked the stupid cupon question.
"Do we match our competitor's coupons?" Yato asked, defeated, fixing the camera with a baleful look.
"No we do not match our competitor's coupons, our prices are the best in the business!"
"They're not, actually." His father gasped in fake consternation, clutching his chest for no one's benefit other than Yato's.
"Oh, that reminds me, I wanted to tell you to watch your tone with clients, Yaboku, we're losing fake business."