You have reached the desk of Honda Kiku.

Sorry, but I am currently unavailable to take your call. I apologize for any inconvenience this may have caused you and wish to compensate you for your time in any way possible. If there is anything I can do to retain your business, please let me know. Now, if it is convenient for you, would you please leave me a short message with your name and number so that I may get back to you and humbly address your concerns?

Again, I am sorry I am not here to take your call.

Forgive me.

[Piiii]

Dear Diary,
It is still the dead of winter and I am settling in well here are nation corp. In all honesty, I feel like no matter how much more I do, the more shows up on my desk.

…I must be living in a paradise! I never feel restless; I never have to worry about what to do with my free time. This is a dream job— well, it is when Feliciano is keeping up with his work and Alfred isn’t pawing work off on me. I hope work will continue on this way until I die.
Speaking of Feliciano, how did he become my Vice-director anyway? Former President Rome must have an explanation, but of course I would never ask. It is nice seeing my old mentee anyway—my old friend rather.

You know, we went out drinking the other day-- Feliciano and I. Honestly, I ended up drinking way too much to get rid of the nasty taste of beer from my mouth. I have a new enemy as well:

Shouchuu.

This 50 proof liquor is the bane of my existence! It made me end up in bed with another man—a friend, even. And then it gave me a splitting headache and caused me all sorts of problems with work. I can never drink this awful thing again. 1/3 was enough.

I am sure things will get better though, maybe I can even make a model tonight!

 

PS. Remember that when Feliciano touches you, the more violently you react, the more he struggles to apologize.