[ She's a heartbeat away from calling Aki something just as below-the-belt and inciting a brawl inside the office, but the unanticipated offer knocks her off course. Gives her pause.

Her perspective? Denji looks, once again, at Aki's form, her inked handwriting neat and dark, nary a smudge running errant from the characters. As if the longer she stares at it with a knit brow, the better the odds that the words will manifest into known phrases, and from there, eligible sentences she can borrow from. When that doesn't happen, she sighs. ]

Man, from the very beginning? Well… Alright.

[ She kicks off her heels to send the wheels of her chair rolling back, giving Aki the elbow space to write. Chair back squeaking as her weight readjusts to accommodate the crossing of her legs in her seat, she spins in a sedate circle, pondering where to begin. She's not used to having her experiences matter so much. ]

So after we met up with Makima and he told us about the whole protection mission, I took the train to get home, stopped by the konbini to grab a riceball, and then when I got back — oh, and that day, I put my shoes to the side like you always yell at me to! That's important. Anyway, when I got back, I took a pee in the bathroom and then flicked my bean a bit…

[ Stop her. ]