...
...it's no use. This just isn't enough...
Not anymore...
He doesn't respond immediately, opting to instead just glare at Towa in distaste. "Towa-san," he says after a moment.
"...I'm quite used to that by now. I just wish you'd take your things to your room rather than leaving them lying around." He gestures at a box that seems to have come in through the mail.
All mail delivered to the clinic is taken to the staff room and Arimura is in charge of sorting it. Towa occasionally buys art supplies or books online, but other than that, he never gets any packages, so anything else he received he assumed was junk and didn't bother collecting.
"Yeah, go ahead," he says with a shrug as he walks past him to step into the staff room.
Arimura narrows his eyes and his gaze follows Towa until he's walked into the staff room and then past the curtain that divides the reception area from it. He sighs again and walks off down the hall.
Towa's already forgotten about this interaction by the time he sits at the reception desk and starts his work day: several hours bored out of his skull, calling patients to the exam room and processing their payments and prescriptions one after another.
He goes through it robotically and gets lost in the haze of understimulus.
After his shift ends in the afternoon Towa goes back up to his apartment, does nothing for several hours, and finally comes back downstairs once the workday is done. He walks into the empty waiting room and sits slumped on a bench there. Not for any reason, really; he just feels like it.
Taku yawns and stretches while he walks out from the hallway, trailed by his orange Smoke. He turns his head from side to side, cracking his neck so loudly it sounds almost like he broke something.
"If you want me to believe that you're going to need to try waking up on time for once." He reaches into his coat pocket then underhands Towa a can of coffee. "Here."
The door to the exam room opens and a bubbly voice comes out. "Placed the orders, finished the cleaning, and I'm all done!"
Upon hearing that and seeing Towa, the other part-timer storms over to him. "Excuse you! You overslept again, didn't you? Poor Arimura-kun had to pick up your slack!"
"A little bit my ass, late is late," he replies, hands on his hips. His bright-yellow Smoke isn't swaying, though, so clearly he's not actually angry.
"Hear, hear," Taku says, clicking his own can of coffee open. "But, where's Arimura-kun? Did he already leave?"