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★彡( 𝙻𝚘𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙾𝚗 )彡★

It was incredibly late in the evening, far too late for it to even be considered overtime. 

Most of the soldiers on the higher officer floor had gone home for the day, and one had turned the lights off before realizing that, yes, someone else was still there. Of course the soldier stammered with apologies even after Lieutenant Garuru accepted the first few apologies and informed him that it was just a simple mistake. It wasn’t on any sane person’s mind to stay at the military base far after the roll call for the last shift was made, star soldier or not. 

He also quite liked the darkness too despite knowing that working in the dark threatened to affect his eyesight, the Lieutenant gave a flippant wave of his hand to adjust the lights so that they were dimmed as opposed to be completely off and then grabbed the freshly made cup of coffee that was sitting on his desk face. Garuru tilted his head curiously at the work that he’s put into the webpage and then shook his head slowly with a soft chuckle, a blog page, to think that he’d be inspired to make one of these after coming across Keroro’s. Still, it looked like the Sergeant was having fun interacting with friends from different universes and timelines (timelines!? What a world they live in…), he decided then and there that he wanted in on some of the action too. What kind of people lived out there? What kind of military personnel or warriors will he come across? What kind of competition even? 

He had been hopping on and off from the blog and his paperwork during his slow days when he would just be given desk work, just so that he could perfect every little detail on his ‘profile’. Was it extensive? Possibly. 

With a sigh Garuru leans back in his chair and raises the cup of scalding liquid to his lips to take a cautious sip, the fingers on his opposite hand tapping rhythmically to the music he put on his profile. It was hard to pick just three songs out of the massive playlist that was on his communicator but these songs will do for now. Just like the colors and the layout he’s chosen, that’s what made it all so fun: he could completely customize all of this to his liking, a creative freedom of sorts. 

A clear and sudden ring came from one of the other monitors on his desk, a message from his dispatcher wondering what the hell was he doing still logged in on the military’s computer at this hour. Without missing a beat he waved his hand over the keyboard, leaning back just a little more to hold the hot mug in both hands, perfectly content when a little microphone bubble popped up on the dash. 

“Nothing really. Comma. I’m just making the final adjustments on this blog thing I was telling you about earlier. Period.” he pauses to take another sip from his coffee, humming the bitter liquid down. “I will be leaving my inbox open. Comma. Just in case someone wants to send me a message or ask me some questions. Period. New Line. I will be getting off soon. Comma. Sorry for keeping you up later than usual. Period. Period. Period. Again. Period. L-O-L emoji. Send text.” 

He’s not an avid user when it comes to emojis but here he’ll make an exception since he’s not technically working, again, it was far passed overtime hours and everyone was out of the higher officer floor anyways. Garuru is in the middle of taking another sip from his coffee when yet another notification appears on his desktop, thankfully his dispatcher is not scolding him, actually, they seemed excited about his blog getting finalized and offered to relay any and all other questions and messages that might be directed to him. Oh, that’s a good idea actually. 

“Reply to sender.” Garuru states, bringing up a new message window, a finger running along the rim of the mug as he contemplates his response in a quick second. “That’s a good idea. Period. But for now. Comma. I think I’ll just start--quotation mark--liking--end quotation--and reblogging some posts in the meantime. Period. Send text.” With that message sent, the Lieutenant sits himself up a little straighter to run his fingertips on the small square that was at the base of his keyboard so he can jump to the tab that had tumblr still open. That was a good idea, just find some aesthetic looking pictures to reblog and ‘prompts’ to like for later maybe, just until he’s finished this cup of coffee and heads home. 

They had an app for this website too don’t they? Maybe he should get that on his communicator too…

★彡( 𝙸𝚗𝚋𝚘𝚡 𝙾𝚙𝚎𝚗! )彡★

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((Hey y’all, I have no idea what I’m doing but to show that I’m alive I think I’ll just scroll around and like and reblog some stuff to fluff up Garuru’s blog some more. I’ll be writing some stuff too, ‘cause why not?🤷‍♂️ Just some exploring Garuru’s life, or his work or something. But for now, the inbox is open!✨ Can’t wait to chat with y’all!!💜))