[ To Amori's credit, he does make a quick call to IT. And after, tells Sakurai precisely what Jim already knew: that the wire had to be followed. Of course, he apologises for not being able to follow it hmself; work is just swamping him today, what with it being the end of the quarter.
Jim stands from his desk to go to the vending machines, punching in the code for a bottle of juice. It occurs to him that he could go back and sell more instead of keep tabs on his boss' kid, but the lack of motivation is stronger than his attachment to work. Not that he even really has much of the latter. ]
[Follow the wire? Follow the fucking wire? Sakurai Sho doesn't have time for this shit and he says as much out loud, although it is at least clear that he's not annoyed at Amori himself. He stamps back into his office and shuts the door, glaring at his computer with his hands on his hips.]
What does being from New York have to do with anything?
[Because as far as Sho is concerned, 'Yankee' is pretty much the same thing as saying 'American'.]
As for the reports, well, there's that... thing... I need to write about the, er, you know. The paper thingy. With the printers. And that quarterly forecast for those clients who wanted the big paper.
Well, a wire gets pretty long. Maybe someone bumped into it on the way?
[ Jim gives the bowl of jell-o a little shake, as if reminding Sakurai he can get some. In the event that's still rejected, he pulls it close to where he sits so he can eat it all. ]
[It's not the first time the issue has been raised, and although Jim is probably right that they should go wireless, Sho isn't going to give the man the satisfaction of admitting it.]
I suppose we'll have to get someone to follow the wire, then.
[Because Heaven forbid Sakurai Sho would actually stoop to doing so himself. He glances over at the bowl of jelly.]
[Sho huffs, but he doesn't say no to Jim's offer. He's already leaning over the back of his computer, tracing the path of one of the wires, only to discover that it leads to his mouse.
I said you could only order me to check on clients, actually. [ Jim lets Sakurai have the rest of the jell-o, leaning back in the seat across the other man's desk and crossing his legs at the ankle. ] Not that I was busy.
Besides, [ and here comes the lie ] I'm curious how it'll turn out.
[Dammit, the jell-o tastes better than he thought it would, and he quickly finishes it off before Jim can change his mind and take it back. Indirect kiss and all. Ugh. Whatever.]
You're curious.
[Sho pulls out a tissue and wipes his mouth, then fixes Jim with a withering glare.]
I want to make sure my colleague's okay. [ Jim's totally unaffected, in other words. Maybe Sakurai's glare works on the other employees, but Jim's at a point in his life where he really couldn't care less about his status at work any more. ] If I wanted entertainment, I'd have set firecrackers in your office.
[ It's actually something he'd never do. Too dangerous, and even Jim has his limits. ]
That's not so bad. [ Being fired, that is. Jim could care less. ] Maybe I can talk to HR about becoming a licenced counsellor, too. Would that make you feel better?
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Jim stands from his desk to go to the vending machines, punching in the code for a bottle of juice. It occurs to him that he could go back and sell more instead of keep tabs on his boss' kid, but the lack of motivation is stronger than his attachment to work. Not that he even really has much of the latter. ]
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In the middle of drinking his juice, Jim almost sighs, but at least stops himself from inevitably choking himself.
It's stupid, but he comes in minutes later with a bowl of jell-o he puts in front of Sakurai, spoon and all. ]
Why aren't you wasting time?
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[He stares at the bowl in front of him with the exact same expression he'd use if it were a bowl of dog shit.]
Don't you have some asses you have to go and kiss?
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[ Sometimes he wonders why Sakurai doesn't fake being charming with him. Then he decides it doesn't matter. ]
So, what're you working on?
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[That's possibly only the second time he's reminded Jim about that this week. The man's jibes are grating on him even more than usual, though.]
I've got some reports to write.
[He hasn't, because Jim has already done them.]
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And I'm not a yankii either, if that's what you're concerned about.
[ The spoon is on Jim's bottom lip. He taps it lightly. ] What reports do you have?
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[Because as far as Sho is concerned, 'Yankee' is pretty much the same thing as saying 'American'.]
As for the reports, well, there's that... thing... I need to write about the, er, you know. The paper thingy. With the printers. And that quarterly forecast for those clients who wanted the big paper.
[Very concise, Sakurai.]
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[He scowls, arms folded across his chest.]
I still need to get back online though. There might be emails waiting for me.
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It could've been damaged somewhere, y'know.
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[Sho briefly casts a suspicious look at Jim, as if considering whether he's a part of some big IT helpdesk conspiracy.]
But I was only gone for an hour, and nobody else has even been in here. Have they? How could it have been damaged?
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[ Jim gives the bowl of jell-o a little shake, as if reminding Sakurai he can get some. In the event that's still rejected, he pulls it close to where he sits so he can eat it all. ]
This is why we should go wireless, really.
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[It's not the first time the issue has been raised, and although Jim is probably right that they should go wireless, Sho isn't going to give the man the satisfaction of admitting it.]
I suppose we'll have to get someone to follow the wire, then.
[Because Heaven forbid Sakurai Sho would actually stoop to doing so himself. He glances over at the bowl of jelly.]
...why are you eating that?
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It's lychee-flavoured. Delicious.
[ None of this matters, but still. ]
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[...although, actually, lychee-flavoured jelly does sound kind of good.]
Jim. Check the wire for me.
[If he says it as an order rather than a request, maybe it makes him sound less pathetic.]
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You can ask me to check on clients, if you want.
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[But 'I want' doesn't get, as Sho should know full well by now. His irritation is clearly growing.]
I don't even know where it goes! How am I supposed to know that? I'm not an IT engineer!
[He doesn't lose his cool very often - not in public, at least - but he's starting to lose it now.]
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[ There're maybe four spoonfuls of jell-o left. Jim offers them in some last chance, though is well aware Sakurai probably won't take it. ]
I'll walk with you.
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[Sho huffs, but he doesn't say no to Jim's offer. He's already leaning over the back of his computer, tracing the path of one of the wires, only to discover that it leads to his mouse.
He sighs and takes a spoonful of jell-o.]
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Besides, [ and here comes the lie ] I'm curious how it'll turn out.
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You're curious.
[Sho pulls out a tissue and wipes his mouth, then fixes Jim with a withering glare.]
I'm your colleague, not your entertainment.
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[ It's actually something he'd never do. Too dangerous, and even Jim has his limits. ]
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[Sho laughs, but it borders a little too close to the hysterical.]
And if you set off firecrackers within an inch of my office, my father would have you fired in an instant.
[Jell-o finished, he continues his search for the correct wire. Nope, that one's the keyboard.]
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