cubicles

@✑ jenny zeng Yukhei eyed his wristwatch — three, two, one, and he quickly saved his work, turned off his desk, grabbed his lunch box (home made), and sauntered his way to the cubicle not so far. "Hello!" He was loud, baring a toothy grin on his features as he made himself comfortable on the edge of the desk. "Did you finish the show! Did you? Can we talk? I want to talk? My emotions? Vulnerable!!!"

jaemin rolls across the couch and runs up to send a flying kick to the receptionist desk, sloppily bouncing back onto the balls of his feet. he plops himself down on a rolling chair and skids across the floor, pulling up to a cubicle and putting on a pair of sunglasses he found conveniently laying on the desk. "parkour," he whispers lowly, tugging his sunglasses down and staring at the camera dead-on with the most suave gaze he can muster.

/aims a goldfish at the wall in hopes of bouncing it off and into the their awaiting office-cubicle-buddy's mouth
Are you sure you're ready-- ARE YOU SUUUUUURE?
/asks, just for a good measure and fakes-throws a goldfish just to test how ready they are