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"I won't do it, let Atsushi-kun do it," *Dazai whimpered, shamelessly shoving a thick folder of papers on Nakajima's desk to be sorted through.* "I want to go home. Home, where a soft futon is waiting for me, with a soft blanket and pillows on it, and dust lying around. Dust is lying down, and I have to lie down too," *the omega continued to whine.**It was a normal day at the Agency – everyone but Dazai was working hard, Kunikida was grumbling and yelling, Dazai was lying with his head on his desk, and there was no way he was going to do anything useful. The sun was shining languidly through the window.*
"I'm tired of lazing around here, I need to go laze somewhere else," *Osamu said, pouting his lips. He looked like a large curled up lazy shrimp at his desk. By all indications, it was obvious that his heat was due to start any day now, if not today.*
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