Stiles watches Apollo retreat with the alarmed look of an animal aware of its impending doom. How could that traitorous bastard just leave him with Sasuke like this!? That’s unprofessional. And potentially a health hazard, if the other boy’s glare is anything to go by. Yikes. Brows refusing to return from their impromptu climb into his hairline, he watches as the desk is moved. Suddenly, he’s left to wonder if Apollo gave him this job to pay off the debt monetarily or emotionally. Probably both.

“Oh my god, dude, it’s too early for you to be such a tool, come on,” he complains loudly, yet does as he is told, sitting down heavily in the chair. The height of it doesn’t really suit him, so he fiddles with it to adjust it. “And is there any sugar? This coffee is kind of bland…”

Read: This Coffee Is Not Saturated In Enough Diabetic-Coma-Inducing Carbohydrates And Therefore It Is Unacceptable, Designated Coffee-Boy.