One
“Damn, another day of drudgery awaits .” I sighed, a long breath escaping from my mouth as I stared at the email on my monitor, scanning the contents.
“Another coding job. How dull. Still, the pay is adequate… damn, how I wish for a job that pays well, or even better, great!” Shaking my head I ran my hand through my short-cropped black hair, grimacing as sweat drops scattered all around . It was baking hot, but running the air conditioner was a luxury I couldn’t afford right now. The window in my small apartnt was open, but the day was cloudless with barely a breeze, so that was hardly helping.
“Oh well, the sooner I finish this, the quicker I can relax.” I muttered to myself, getting to work quickly. Taking out a notepad I quickly sketched out a few ideas, and after a few minutes I was satisfied I understood how to go about eting the client's needs.
For several hours the only sounds that could be heard in the small room were the clicking sounds of keys being pressed and the faint hum of the computer as I worked. By the ti I was finished it was early afternoon, the sun beating down, turning the air hot and oppressive.
“Damn, that was harder than I thought it would be.” Sending the finished work back to the client, I stretched my arms above my head, trying to work my tired muscles. Standing, I glanced around the room, catching sight of myself in the mirror that was hanging in the bathroom through the half-open door.
I was tall for a Japanese man, getting on for five foot nine inches in height, though that probably had sothing to do with my mixed blood, no doubt, not that it was easy to tell at a glance that I was half British. The clearest giveaway was the eyes, which were an unusual steel-grey colour, and shaped a little differently from the normal. Still, I thought I wasn’t too bad looking, even if not everyone agreed.
As if mirroring my thoughts an email pinged up on my screen, from Oshiro Sapphire Aiko, my sister. Glancing to the side of my workspace I looked briefly at the frad photograph that sat there, a few years old, of in the middle, looking younger and shorter, while on one of my sides was my sister, with her striking and rare blue eyes and hair so black it was almost glowing blue, while on the other was a smaller girl, looking more classically Japanese, with her hair tied up into adorable pigtails. Cracking a wry smile I sat down again, clicking open the email. No doubt it would just be more complaints, but she was certainly adorable… in her own way. There was another photo next to it, of so old university friends too, but I didn’t spare it a glance.
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