Haru seemed to be chatty. Normally, August would be happy that the new corporate slave wasn't a shy little wallflower, but right now, it irritated him. He was struggling with his desire to keep up a good image and his nonsensical outrage at having to deal with this person who looked so much like him. He couldn't even pinpoint<i>why</i>it was bothering him so much, and that just agitated him even further. August utterly despised not being in control.<br/><br/>He was so busy trying to rein in his own emotions that he barely listened to what Haru was saying. Sure, he was looking at him, nodding along every word that came out of his mouth, but it went in one ear and out the other. Yeah, sure, first job, country life, blah blah blah - but why did he have his<i>face?</i><br/><br/>August only snapped out of it when he registered that Haru had asked him a question. "Huh? Oh, yeah." August nodded along, scratching the base of his ear. "First job out of school. I've only been here for about... 10 months?" God, it felt like a fucking eternity. He couldn't believe he hadn't even been here for a year yet. As the elevator stopped at the sales floor, August took the opportunity to ask before the doors opened, "So, you were born in the countryside then?" He needed to get to the bottom of this. It was going to bother him all goddamn day if he didn't. Work could wait.