𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇 ➼ 𝐤.𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚

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A tired sigh left your lips as you checked your watch for what felt like the hundredth time that day. You kicked out your legs and stretched before idly spinning yourself in the chair. You glanced towards the entrance of the museum again, waiting to see your designated group of visitors for the tour.

As expected, there was no one there. You rolled your eyes as you continued twirling while playing on your phone.

“Excuse me?” A loud yelp left you as you scrambled to get up from the seat. You peered over your desk, half expecting to see the furious face of your manager, but you were pleasantly surprised to see that it was just a kid. Though once you realized just how much the boy towered over you, kid didn’t seem like an appropriate term anymore.

“Umm, can I help you?” The boy peered down at you quietly for a minute before he silently raised his hand, gesturing to the neon green band on his wrist. “I’m here for the tour.”

Your eyes squinted at him as you tried to figure out if he was joking or not.

“Is this a prank or something..?”

“Do I look like I’m kidding to you?”

“I guess not,” you mumbled, already annoyed with him. You held out your hand towards him to which he looked at you weirdly.

“What?”

“Your hand dumbass,” he scoffed at you and rolled his eyes and allowed you to pull him closer. You checked the serial number printed on the band, frowning as you did so.

“I’m not sure how to tell you this but you already missed your tour.”

“I what?” He scoffed. “No, there has to be a mistake” You turned your laptop so he could see.

“Your group left an hour ago. Didn’t you get a ticket with the time on it?”

The boy pursed his lips before reaching into his bag then slamming the ticket down in front of you

“It says 6.” You took it up and stared at it closely before glancing back at the fuming blonde.

“Your ticket is smudged. It says 5.” he snatched the ticket up and looked at it again before he groaning in frustration.

“For fucks sake.” Though the rude tall guy tried to hide it you could tell he was disappointed. He shoved the ticket back into his bag and pulled out his phone to make a call.

“Come pick me up Akiteru.”

“Yes I know I was supposed to go. I missed the tour okay! The fucking ticket got smudged and I read it wrong.”

“No use bitching about it now. I already missed it. And after coming so far too.”

Despite the fact that the guy was being a total ass to you before, you couldn’t help but feel pity towards him. You checked the schedule for today, sighing when you realized your tour was the last for the day.

The lanky guy was sitting in one of the lavender waiting seats, eyes closed and headphones on his ears as he crosses his arms.

You were about to call out to him to offer one of the complimentary sweets as some sort of consolation, but the shrill screech of a bus hitting the breaks and a cheering crowd of excited children cut you off.

This group is a bit smaller than usual

You noticed, glancing over at the boy again as you thought of something.

You first greeted the chaperoning teachers, ignoring the fact that they were late, then gave them a few minutes to put the neon bands on all the students while you excused yourself to get Miku, your tour partner. Using the excuse that you needed to go over your tour notes again, you managed to persuade her to assist the teachers in your place while you took the time to quietly sneak away to tap the shoulder of the rude blonde.

“Psst. Psttt. Brachiosaurus??” You giggled as the boy opened his eyes slowly to glare at you.

“What? Don’t you get the joke? It’s because brachiosauruses are some of the ta-”

“Tallest. Yeah, I know. ”

“Then why aren’t you laughing? I thought it was a pretty good joke.” You mumbled pouting.

Because your joke sucked. And you aren’t funny or quirky for knowing that grade school fact by the way”

“Q-quirky?? Bitch it’s my fucking job.”

“Well, apparently you suck at it since you would’ve known the tallest one is the sauroposeidon proteles.”

Your eyes narrowed at the accusation. “Shut the fuck up. I know that.”

“Yeah, sure thing stegosaurus.”

“The fuck that have to do with m-”

“(Y/n)! We’re ready!”

You huffed out in annoyance before pulling a spare wrist band out your pocket and slapping it against his chest.

“Hurry up or I’m leaving you behind.”

His scrunched up face of annoyance changed to one of surprise as soon as he noticed what it was.

You stalked off, trying your best to put on your usual smile and fake cheeriness for the children.

“Hey there kids! Welcome to the Tokyo Dinosaur Museum! Are you all as excited as I am!?”

A chorus of cheers erupted from the tiny gremlins as they tried to push ahead of you to peek inside.

“Woah there! Slow down. We need to go over the rules first. One, No touching, anything at all. Two, no eating or drinking around the exhibits. Stay with the group and most importantly, be nice to your tour guides.”

You forced out through a tight-lipped smile as you glared over the heads of the kids directly at the boy who easily towered over them. He smirked and pushed up the bridge of his glasses with his middle finger.

You grit your teeth and were about to say something until Miku elbowed your ribs, giving you a side-eye.

“Ah right. That being said boys and girls let’s begin the tour!” You cheered again as you plotted one of the many ways you could murder the ungrateful son of a bitch.

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I hope you read her dialogue in the fakest retail voice you can imagine.