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"I mean, it's expected. You know? With your personality and negative zero to the power of one charms."

"I- dude. That's rough."

"What do you mean 'that's rough'? Tch, yah, it's the same as me telling Tofu to take that break I've been telling her about."

"Wow, um, no it's not the same. Hurts my sensitive heart more."

"As if you got one."

"Go an elephant's long saggy testicales ."

"Haha, if it means I get to leave now then sure."

"So mean TT."

The two male voices continued to converse while enjoying their lunch break as it lasted. Unknowingly to them, the small figure that was passed out on the couch began to stir. It let out a grunt before opening its eyes to the bright light of the room; nose twitching at the scent of food that made its stomach growl in envy. Groaning once more, it stretched its legs and arms as cracks of joints lightly echoed in the large room. This noise alerted the arguing duo causing their focus to shift to the arising body. 

A smirk appeared on one of their faces, 

     "Does our Tofu feel refreshed from her nap?"

Said-Tofu froze mid-stretch, turning to face the guy who spoke then glancing at the other person waving his chopsticks in the air with a goofy grin. 

     "Who are you...?"

To wake up as a psychiatric nurse with a full-on medical record and reputation of being the best ones out in your field would be considered a successful job. But the thing is, you don't even remember becoming a nurse. Or even ending up in the room you're in now. Why are you there? Who are those two men looking at you while eating ramen? Why are they calling you 'Tofu'? Why are there so many questions? Read on. 

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