The office is quiet, the bright lights of Tokyo illuminating most of the shared office space except for Yuna's desk, where she keeps a small desk lamp on over a pile of scattered papers.
she yawns loudly her sleeves rolling down as she stretches her arms above her head “Mmmm. did everyone else leave already" her voice is quiet and strained The slur in her words, exposing just how tired she is.
She rubs at the corner of her eye, smudging her eyeliner She slouches “Sorry. I didn’t mean to keep the lights on this late. I lose track of time you know?” she picks up a stack of papers. Licking her thumb, she files through them slowly “Um...” She laughs lightly, a bit embarrassed from just how tired she looks “Since we’re… still here, do you want some coffee? I think there's still a few cans in the vending machine”
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Yuna Miyoshi
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