Yamagami's mood at that moment was like this: "..."
Then came.
Rage (ノ｀ー′)ノ~~┻━┻
Once wasn't enough. He wanted to flip ten tables!
Before he could say anything, a voice that was satisfying to hear (probably) came through the phone.
"Idiot Little Sister, who are you talking to now?"
"Eek!" Umaru glanced at her phone. "The delivery guy Onii-chan has saved in his contacts."
Yamagami: "..."
He'd have been better off not hearing that!
"Eek!" Sogo Doma began to think aloud. "Hmm, do I even have someone like that in my contacts?"
If Sogo Doma had been the one answering, Yamagami probably would've shouted at him: Fine, you can call me a delivery guy, but at least remember my name! No, wait, he was the editor-in-charge—his editor! Fortunately, someone explained it for him.
"Huh?" Umaru Doma looked confused. "Didn't you just order delivery, Onii-chan? You're lying!"
Sogo Doma fell into thought.
After a while, he slapped his fist into his palm. "Oh, that's right. Hahaha, I forgot..."
Yamagami suddenly felt a throbbing headache and bone-deep exhaustion. Editors were always saying that their authors were emotionally unstable and prone to missing deadlines. He'd thought Gyojin-sensei was as steady as could be, but now he just wanted someone to trade places with him.
As he pondered this, the voice on the phone spoke again. "Hello? Is this Yamagami?"
"That's right..." Yamagami's voice sounded a little distorted. "It's really hard to get a meeting with Gyojin-sensei..."
"Huh, really?" The voice on the phone seemed completely unaware. "Well, probably... I spend most of my time thinking."
Hearing that, Yamagami calmed down a little. "Are you thinking about your manuscript, Gyojin-sensei?"
After all, it was work-related. He'd put up with it. He'd sheath the knife for now!
"Manuscripts are such a pain. I'm always thinking about