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@〈 lim sungjin 〉ʇʞɹɯ The hours tend to stretch longer when you don't need sleep. The restless calls, incessant beeps and fake-friendly voices; the every day routine is a downward spiral reaching out to grip him in a perpetual headache. To put it frankly, Kosei is barely halfway through his first week of his job and he is bored. Unsurprisingly so. With so much time he feels like he's doing so little. Provided that he isn't actually doing his job properly of course; most of the customers that call him are ones that he regularly chats with; those who've made a habit of calling in repeatedly in order to have him as the receiver so they can be temporarily wooed. It's one of the perks of his job. Apart from that though, there isn't much to live for. Just the small short cigarette breaks where he gets to feel the whip of the wind against his cheek and the burn of the smoke in his lungs. Makes him feel mortal at least. Kosei regrets not joining the marketing department. They say they're up to some crazy on their floor, not that he hasn't been away from the action taking place /elsewhere/ but. Maybe he doesn't belong here.

Hi ok so this turned into an emo rant forgive me ()

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