[Barnaby hates his life. But he's trying to be at least somewhat productive by reading through files, seated at a desk with Kotetsu snoring on his shoulder. Under the table, the two are holding hands, something Barnaby is trying to hide for sake of his pride. But for now, he's just going to read through this file and do his best to not say anything, because what is tact, restraint, or restriction?]
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