“Would you like me to get you a cup of coffee, Mr. Joke?”
The question that came with a saccharine voice and slight laughter was directed at the bespectacled man who was going to head off to dreamland any minute now. Furthermore, his yawn just now was probably beyond the hundredth time.
“Uh… No, thanks. I’m planning to go straight to bed as soon as I arrive home.”
The lethargic reply and expressionless voice that she was long used to came from Jakkarin, or Joke, who was wearing a hooded jacket right now. His tall figure sat slumped on the chair, nearly out of commission. The rust-colored eyes behind the thick-rimmed black glasses glanced outside the window near him. The sky outside was changing its color, transitioning from nighttime to the new dawn…
Or, to put it more simply…
The sky was getting bright right now!
“These few days are going to be a bit busy. I hope you aren’t annoyed by work like this.”