4th floor

@〈 im jino 〉ʇɔɔɐ 2nd floor had its perks for ten. the time he spent with the other employees of his department was time well wasted. the clicking of keyboards and idle talk wore on the average work--even if it was well known as the most active floor of the 9. a quick survey told ten he was not needed by the hunched employees for once attempting to finish their paperwork. not that he gave a to really. not a literal one, anyway. as sly as a cat, ten slipped out of the 2nd floor and up the neglected staircase to the 4th floor. ten knew this wasn't enough to become completely noticed but it was worth a shot. as he spotted his target from the door way, he started his way over to jino, step only faulting for a hint of a second at the warning offered by the other man. it does little to hinder ten as he closes the distance between them in the desk. cheekily, he pushes the stapler and various office trinkets aside so he can take a seat on jino's desk. he kicks one leg up to cross over his other and he leans forward onto his hand he planted on the desk.
"i am working," ten replies airily.
his eyes spare no details as he racks them over jino's suit clad body. it's been far too long since he visited a long demon. this was long overdue and he happened to be a little strapped on attention. jino's attention in particular. he could barely contain the smirk quirking up the corners of his soft mouth.
"you look like you need a break," he continues, reaching out to pluck the paper from under jino's fountain pen. his eyes wander over the writing, taking in nothing which was written on it.

@〈 ten leechaiyakul 〉ʇʞɹɯ the subtle clicking of the clock's mechanisms behind him ticks away. sitting in his lone office beside his boss, the calm silence is accompanied by the scratching of a fountain pen's needle against the paper, leaving behind characters in its stream of penmanship guided by the hand decorated with a few protruding veins, inked sleeves hidden beneath his dress shirt and accompanying jacket. the currents of time hardly touch jino's shores of patience as he continues with his work detailing his next argument in a case in the following days. bound to a civilian man's work solely by his greed, he continues his work without fault--thought process undisturbed as a figure enters his office. "i'm working," he prompts without lifting his pen or his head. "you should be working too."