"ACHOO." Morimoto Chiyoda let out a heavy sneeze. Rubbing her nose, she asked suspiciously, "Who on earth is talking about me behind my back?"
On the sofa opposite her, a woman with long, straight black hair, dressed in a white lab coat, stated bluntly, "If talking behind someone's back made them sneeze, I imagine you wouldn't be able to say a single word. You'd just be sneezing constantly."
"Haha, that's all nonsense. No need to take it so seriously." Okayama Buji chuckled, trying to smooth things over. He didn't want the atmosphere between the two to become too tense and spoil the relaxed mood.
"It's rare for us to get a break. Let's not argue about such tiresome things."
Emily, cradling a cup of milk tea in both hands, took a sip with her head lowered. She wasn't in her usual work attire but a cozy pajama set—a pink bunny suit, complete with a hood and rabbit ears.
The fluffy outfit looked more suited for winter.
