apples-and-ringo:

Pushing back from his desk, the pink haired man let out a small yelp of happiness. He had finally done it. He had finished his work on his own. Leaning back in his chair, he gave another small yelp; instead of happiness, it was surprise. Great job, Ringo.

Picking himself up off of the ground, his eyes landed on the side of his desk. A magazine. He picked up the magazine, glancing at its title briefly before getting another wonderful idea. He would celebrate the only way he knew how; shopping. Ringo stacked his papers in his black notebook, placing them on top of his desk in a neat pile of other notebooks before sliding his phone in his pocket and walking out of his office. Only he didn’t walk out of his office- he collided with someone.

Ringo blinked at the person on the ground and saw teal hair. Was that Ai?  He was about to ask, but a second glance at the teal haired boy, was all he needed to register that this boy was not the boy he was in charge of. The boy apologized, and though he sounded like Ai, his voice was deeper, and not close to as monotone as Ai’s was.

“Ah, don’t worry about it,” he waved him off.

“Is there something you need help with?”

The person who Aine collided with was a pretty, young “woman” with pink hair. Feeling more unnecessary guilt, Aine helped “her” up and bowed again.

“Again, I’m really sorry… Miss…” Aine suddenly registered that the other person’s voice was not definitely not a woman’s but rather a man’s. Oh. Oh. Ohhhh.

“…ter,” the tealette finished. He noticed behind the now-assumed pink-haired man, that the room he was about to enter was not the office he was looking for. Aine wanted to hit his head against the nearest wall for the mistakes he shouldn’t have made.

“I’m looking for the main office, so I can call a cab to the mall. I went to the wrong room by accident though.”

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