After an hour of reading and filling, Astaroth was already mentally drained beyond repair.
"URGH!! Release me from this torture, oh mighty gods!" he lamented, his face on the desk.
Phoenix sighed in annoyance at his drama.
"It's only been an hour… What are you complaining about? I've been doing this at least four hours daily, every day, for the last few weeks."
Astaroth moaned, still face-first on the desk surface.
"I hate doing paperwork. It's soooooo boooooring!" he complained.
*Sigh*
"Fine! We can take a few minutes of break. But no more complaining after that!" she scolded him.
His face rose from the desk, a sheet of paper stuck to it.
"Really?! Thank you so much, oh benevolent goddess!" he exclaimed, giving her puppy eyes.
"Tch! Don't push your luck. You're cute, but not that cute."
Astaroth chuckled, shooting up from his chair and stretching, looking at the door to the office.
