//God I hate some of my bosses sometimes.
Ema startled when yet another Snackoo hit her on the cheek, that was just wasting good chocolate, she didn’t even do anything. Now she huffed and crossed her arms, the pout even more prominent.
And the only two people I’ve thrown Snackoos at are Klavier or Apollo and neither of them have a reason to hide behind anon, so what gives??
//Last reply to anything before I drag myself back to work. Anything else that comes in won’t be answered for a couple hours
Ema glanced up from glaring at the anon who snitched her bag of Snackoos. For half a second she thought it was her Klavier but right after realized it was a different one, a new one.] Hey Gavin, surprised to see you out in the field, you’re not one for going out to crime scenes.snackooqueen started following you
[Klavier’s brow furrowed; another Ema?]
Ah, guten tag, Fraulein Detective.
Uh, sure, if you mean like my ponytail and the hair strands, that’s easy enough.
Ema knelt down behind the little girl and pulled out a spare hair tie. She gently worked the girls hair onto the crown of her head and secured it in place, followed by teasing the two signature strands down on either side of her face.
There, like that?
And you couldn’t go buy one of your own to begin with? Seems please is out of your vocabulary.
Ema glared as she watched the anon eat her snacks, easy way to tick her off.
//When work didn’t pay attention and put the right cheese on my breakfast sandwich.
Hey, bring that back, that’s my last bag of Snackoos!!
