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Thursday slams her head on the table. "God dammit! I've been working on this report for several hours and there isn't a single fucking thing worth mentioning!" Head down, Thursday blows her dark hair out her face and observes the other cubicles.

They all seem perfectly occupied. Why do they get peace-of-mind? It did not help that Thursday pulled an all-nighter the night before. "God," she groans, "I feel like Monday."

She looks over at the person next to her. "Sunday. Did you even do any extras on that report?"

Sunday looks over at Thursday and raises his eyebrows, unimpressed. "I haven't started yet. It's the afternoon, and the paper isn't due in days... Besides, if anything, I'll have a reason." He lifts up the dangling cross on his pendant between his fingers, smiling.

Thursdays snorts, tossing her head back. "Religion as a reason? That's a damn excuse for the way you act. You don't even do any work. You just complain about other people, like the busybody you are."

His face contorted into contempt. "Don't swear in front of me. Besides, unlike you, I'm approachable and friendly. And don't forget I'm the one with the promotion, so you better watch what you say in front of me. Now excuse me, someone who likes me needs my help." He turns away to a new worker at the office. "Yes, dear? It is due tomorrow, but I can help you! I have church later, but I'm sure the Lord wants me to help you. You have mistakes here, and here..."

Thursday tunes him out, now pouting. Sure, it was true that she was less than likable— but was it her fault she said things as they were? She makes a rude gesture at Sunday's back.

As if things could not get any worse, her boss comes over. Thursday sits upright and attempts to look as if she is working.

"Ms. Thursday," they say. "The report is due soon, and we have not yet received your revised draft. One of the men here complained to me about it, saying they were not able to progress because you haven't been doing your work."

Screw you, Sunday. I hope you wake up with roaches in your bed.

Thursday puts on an unnatural wide smile and speaks clearly. "Actually, I've done a lot of the work. Some of my other partners can testify to that. But to put it blandly? There isn't much to write about Mr. Woodsworth. He's not... the most intriguing of people."

The boss scoffs. "I don't think you understand the situation here, Ms. Thursday." Thursday could tell the beginnings of frustration were sharpening, though they remained cordial. "Mr. Woodsworth supports us financially in a very generous way. He specifically requested this interview and report to show our gratitude. You will have to make it 'intriguing' if you are having trouble."

Thursday slowly whistled. "Are you telling me to make stuff up? You do know even if he was the most boring person on this earth that I wouldn't do anything to 'spice it up'? I work hard, and I'm not gonna lie about some old bastard just 'cause he gives us some money. Damn him, we can get it ourselves without his financial aid. You're fucking wrong if you think we aren't capable of it, too, Boss."

Thursday squints. It seems that she is the one with the frustration, not the boss. Her veins slowly begin to pop out. "Are you listening, Boss?" Their face is of shock. "Because I'm tired of feeling shitty about stayin' up all night finishing this garbage about a guy who can only list off how many times he's been to a country club! I don't care about that! So unless he finds something as fucking fascinating as unicorns existing or some shit, I don't think— No, I know— we aren't gonna have a report!"

Now standing, Thursday refuses to back down, staring at her boss head-on. But they then yell at the top of their lungs, red in the face. About how if she does not finish the report, how it would reflect her next jobs, as she would be fired. How if the paper was not a success, it would fall on her. How the whole company would watch her crumble under the pressure... and laugh.

They then leave Thursday standing there, her head now hanging low. The office was quietly murmuring. Thursday numbly sits down with somber eyes. Sunday looks over and shakes his head, looking sympathetic.

"I don't want your sympathy, Sunday. It's cruelly disguised mockery," Thursday shakes out, and looks away. She looks off in the distance, and feels a presence behind her.

"Whaddya want—" Warm arms engulf Thursday's skinny body from behind. She was all edges, but now she felt full and warm. She knew who it was.

There was a soft brush of Thursday's hair, and she relaxes, her lips trembling.

"I thought you weren't coming today? You can't come embarrassing me in front of everyone," Thursday said, but not hurtfully. She was rather comforted.

"I came in just now and saw the exchange," a soothing voice replied. "Don't let it bother you. I'm here for the rest of the day."

"Thank God." Thursday let Saturday hug her. After all, Saturday was the person she cared the most about.

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She waves her arms up in the air, energized. "Hey, Monday! Monday?" She squints over the street and observes the figure. Hunched over and a cup of— coffee?

That's definitely him! A bright smile stretches across her face. Circling her hands over her mouth, she shouts.

"Monday!"

On the other side of the street, Monday groans. Not today... it could have been any other day. No, that's a lie. I never want to see her. She's such a pain in the—

"Monday, hi!" A brightly clothed figure jumps out at him, the neon blues and pinks reflected against his dark eyes.

Monday did a half-hearted wave and the smallest smile he could muster. "Hey... Friday. Great to see you?" His voice trails off, questioning.

"And it's absolutely great to see you, my dear friend! We haven't seen each other in weeks! I don't know how it happened!"

Monday scratches the back of his neck. "Guess it must be all that work I've been, uh, working on. You know how I love to keep busy. Just- I just can't get enough of work." Why am I rambling? Now she can just tell that I was ghosting her. You really outdid yourself with that whole 'work' thing, too.

But Friday's tone conveyed the opposite. She begins to walk in time with Monday, much to his discontent. If he glared, she ignored it. Sympathetically, she remarked, "It's okay, you'll be able to handle it. I can tell by the circles under your eyes that it's been dragging ya down!"

Sweet, she bought it. Now to get her off my back and go home. A large gulp of coffee is downed. He releases an uncomfortable chuckle. "Definitely. It's been tough. Well, I should get to work... I'm late and, um, long day ahead!"

Friday nods. "So tough you forgot to put on your work clothes!" She quipped slyly.

Monday looks down at himself and touches his hair.

Bed head... Sweatpants... My anime shirt?!

"W-Well, you see, I-" He glances around the street and now realizes why people have been giving him odd looks. After all, it was not one of the most innocent of anime shows to be watching. He gives a cold, deadening look to someone who passes. She looks down and speed walks away.

"Oh," She drags out. "I get it! It's pajama day! That sounds like a buncha fun! Don't let me bother you!" A large grin creeps up as she covers her mouth. "But what's that?!" Friday points.

"Huh?"

Monday trips. His coffee soaked into his clothes.

"I'm so sorry, Monday! I'll get you to work right away and help you! Isn't that your office right there?" A building rises in the distance. Monday had no idea where exactly he was walking for his surprising encounter. Too frustrated to say anything, he begrudgingly goes along with Friday.

That was my favorite shirt. She knows I trip easy if I'm not focused. And my house is the other way! How am I going to get her off of me!

Friday jumped up and hugged Monday. Funny how he thought I wouldn't catch him. Now he can't escape, and we'll be able to bond! With a swish of her skirt, they began to walk.

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***Written: 02:00***
***2019 June***