#//momo “an actual real life micromanager” hinamori

[baiika]

“Tell me where it hurts.” - Jo to Momo

Momo groans and spits. This isn't great.

It isn't that she hasn't suffered head injuries before. She has, but migraines make her crabby. It feels like her eyes are going to burst out their sockets and dangle as flaccid, ruptured pockets on her cheeks.

"My entire fucking face," she grunts. Her eyes squeeze shut against the light, watery, while she palpates her shirt for her tobacco pipe. "I just need to make another trip to yonbantai."

Shit like this isn't anyone's fault. Momo isn't clumsy, she's just busy, constantly swirling with dozens of tasks and ideas because nothing can be let be. She bumps into everything because of it. The environment becomes secondary when your priorities are ensuring your subordinates and peers aren't going down in the flames of incompetence.