Quick drabblefic. Implied Tatsumi/Watari.

Another day of work. Just like any other, I suppose.

Coffee. A slice of something sweet Tsuzuki just -had- to have (and was stupid enough to bring back to the office). My morning verbal battle with Tatsumi over funding.

I swear, that man just doesn't know the worth of good science. I can hear him now, with that oh-so-disappointed tone in his voice, "Watari, how can you POSSIBLY need funding again? I just gave you a grant not less than a year ago!"

I can see him adjusting his glasses stuffily, that slight sparkle in his entirely too-blue eyes. "Watari, you can't possibly complain to me about your paycheck being short. Or don't you remember the countertop we had to replace, thanks to your carelessness?"

Honestly. You'd think he thought I -wanted- to fight with him every day.