
“Well I’d appreciate it if you just called me Kisa” He said fairly quietly and sighed.
He looked a little startled, although it wasn’t unusual for Takano to get angry and rude at this stage in the cycle. “I’m not doing nothing!” He protested and got back to work. Jeez..he really could be rude during stressful times. They were all doing their best weren’t they?

“I can call you whatever I choose
to call you if you don’t even
respond to me. Stop dozing off.”
Takano did give the other editors a mass amount of credit for working day in and day out with little to no breaks. He was actually very proud of them, but he was reluctant to tell them that; nonetheless, that didn’t mean he would refrain from how he normally was. Being able to push each editor to their limit is what the man was known for. With the late deadlines and the constant nagging, Takano wouldn’t be surprised if they all hated him in some way. In the end, however, they would get high reviews on all of their edited work. Weeks of slaving over a manuscript was paid off all because they were “motivated” to finish. With that result, Takano refused to let his workers do any less than they did before–like a proud mom, in a sense.
Kisa lifted his head and leaned onto his hands. “Dinner ehhh..hear that guys we get fooood…” He laughed quietly, yet...


