Title/theme: REPORT
Genre: General
Summary: There were so many other things she would rather do.

Murrue Ramius stared at the stack of paper in front of her, then shifted her gaze to her laptop, where the blank page of a word-processing document stared back at her, blinking its cursor as if begging her to do something.

She groaned and ran a hand through her hair, and looked back to the stack of paper again.

She had been sitting there for an hour, trying to get started on the report, but she just didn't feel like doing it. It was due in a few days, and she had barely started. Two paragraphs were all she had managed between coffee breaks, nap breaks, washroom breaks, and snack breaks.

Absent-mindedly, she flipped through the stack of data on her desk. She knew she had responsibilities and she couldn't escape them. And she knew that would finish the report eventually, one way or another – such as staying up late the night before, not a good idea she knew, but sometimes these things just happen. But it was just, so dry, and boring, to try to make raw data look interesting and understandable, and to squeeze out something that sounds professional at the same time.

There were so many other things she would rather do. For one…

Just as she was thinking about it, the door slid open, and in poked his head.

"Hi, you busy?"

She looked at the paperwork in mild distaste. "No, come in."

Without being asked twice, he stepped into her office. With a few long strides, he made his way beside her. Leaning over her shoulder, he peered at the blank computer screen with its blinking cursor.

"Wha'cha doing?"

"Something I'd rather not do," she admitted, groaning, and slumped forwards on the desk.

"Aww…" Taking the opportunity, he rubbed her shoulders and back. "Are you bored?"

"Yes," came the mumbled answer.

"Well," he came to her side, and his hand gently cupped her chin so that she was facing him. "I know what we can do to relieve your boredom."

She thought she saw him wink, and caught a mischievous glint in his eyes. She swallowed.

"What?"

"Hmm," his face inched closer, "Are you sure you want to know?"

"Um, yes?" she could feel her heart beat faster, was it because of the suspense, or his close proximity?

"Why don't we," his voice lowered to a whisper, "Go…" his face was so close that she could feel his breaths.

He kissed the bridge of her nose. "…take a walk."

Before she had time to open her eyes, he had already moved back and was leaning on her desk.

She blinked. "What?"

"Let's go take a talk," he grinned. And before she could formulate an answer, he pulled her up and out of her chair and towards the door.

She found herself laughing. "Okay okay, just slow down a bit would ya."

Before she went out the door, she looked back at the mess of paper on her desk and sighed.

Ah well, it's not like she was getting anything accomplished anyway, and she knew she'd get even less accomplished if he had stuck around. Maybe a walk with Mwu would clear her head a bit.

AN: Hmm, what did you think he would suggest? XD

I speak (er, write) with experience. I'm supposed to be working on a report right now, but I don't want to. So I'm procrastinating by writing this instead. Murrue's probably not as irresponsible as me though.

-runs off to write report (yeah right, more like to procrastinate some more)-