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Snickering.
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An exasperated sigh, under which only a trained ear could detect affection, and amusement.
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Tatsumi, his last nerve shot to pieces, stood up, gripping his desk for support. “You,” he ground out, “Are all. Sitting. Less. Than TEN FEET from each other. If you’re not going to do any actual WORK, could you at least have the common courtesy to find some quieter way of slacking off?”
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The text box—from MadScientst484—said, simply, ‘No.’
Sitting back down, Tatsumi promised himself that the instant messenger would be wiped from the computers by Monday.