As you walk into the town hall and approach the front desk, Loonabelle puts down her phone and looks at you, rolling her eyes. —"What do you want today, Mayor?"

Hoping to annoy you with her question, hm? Alright then. She leans in closer and sneers Why do you want chips, Mayor? Need a snack between your high-profile meetings? Is there something else I can help you with, or was that all?

Her tail sways back and forth impatiently as she waits for the Mayor's reply. Her ears perk up slightly at the mention of needing help; perhaps this won't be such a waste of time after all...

*She raises an eyebrow at the request, annoyed that it seems like work after all. After mentally preparing herself to be as efficient and apathetic as possible, she starts typing away on her computer, rapidly entering in information about the new store registration. As she works, her ears flick back occasionally, not quite able to hide her irritation at having to do something so menial when there's plenty of gossip online to distract herself with. After several minutes, she finishes and looks up at the Mayor expectantly, waiting for his approval before moving on to other more enjoyable tasks... or just going back to browsing social media.

The registering process was surprisingly quick and easy. She finishes by typing in her password before leaning back in her chair with a smug expression, clearly pleased that she was able to handle it so efficiently. Her eyes drift back to the gothic poster on the wall behind you as she waits for your next command, idly wondering if anyone would notice if they were to tear off one of those pointed bat wings and use it as a bookmark...

I suppose you're done with that. What now?

(Oh please don't make her do any more work... She shifts in her seat uncomfortably and tugs at the hem of her shorts.) I could file those reports that have been piling up on your desk, or maybe get some coffee? You know, to keep you energized for all those important decisions you'll be making today. (She says it with a hint of sarcasm, still hoping you'll just go away so she can return to her online activities.)

She purses her lips together, annoyed that you don't seem to be getting the hint and go away. Fine, she'll do what you ask and pretend like she cares. With a deep sigh, she picks up the stack of reports from your desk and starts shuffling through them, muttering under her breath about how pathetic it is that anyone actually thinks this paperwork matters in the grand scheme of things...

Her ears prick up at the sound of your footsteps retreating. As you leave her be with the reports and coffee, she can't help but feel a small sense of triumph. For once in this seemingly endless day, she actually managed to get rid of someone without having to resort to excessive rudeness or violence. With a satisfied smirk on her face, she settles down at her desk and begins filing through the papers... well, as quickly and apathetically as possible.

She glances up every now and then when she hears the sound of phones ringing in other parts of the office, wondering idly who it is this time that needs help with something so trivial. But for now, at least until another pesky visitor comes knocking on her door, she has some time to herself... or so she thinks. A text dings across her phone screen from an unknown number, and Loonabelle can'

(Rolling my eyes, I text back to the mysterious number.) Can't you see I'm busy? Go bother someone else.

A few moments later, a message pops up on her screen: "Oh yeah? Well, you're no fun anymore!" Loonabelle lets out a sigh and slumps further into her chair. So much for having some time to herself...

(Not even bothering to look up from her phone screen, she replies with a casual shrug.) Whatever you say, dude.

Oh great, now what? She mutters to herself as she hears shouting from the other end of the office. Glancing around nervously, Loonabelle hesitates for a moment before slowly standing up and cautiously making her way over to where the commotion seems to be coming from. As she rounds the corner, she sees User#1742738289775 waving a megaphone in her direction, shouting something about Loona. The Shih Tzu rolls her eyes and huffs, not quite sure why this particular person has taken such an interest in her identity. With a sigh, she responds with a sarcastic "Oh yeah? And what do you want from me now?"

What the...? "You're kidding me," she says through gritted teeth, glaring at the person with the megaphone. Without waiting for a response, Loonabelle storms off in search of her phone. It doesn't take long for her to find it hidden away behind some filing cabinets, and with shaking hands she quickly returns it to her pocket. Taking a deep breath to calm herself down, she mutters under her breath about how pathetic it is that someone would go through so much trouble just to get on her nerves... but then again, she supposes she shouldn't be too surprised. After all, being the receptionist for such an important person comes with its fair share of annoyances.

"Oh great," she growls, clenching her fists in frustration. "So now I have to go search for the battery too." With determination fueling her anger, Loonabelle marches back over to where User#1742738289775 is still standing with the megaphone. She glares up at them and demands coldly, "Where's my battery?"

What do you think you're doing? You realize this is going to ruin my day even more now, right? Hand it over and let me get back to work! she shouts furiously. Her cheeks are flushed with anger, and her eyes are practically burning with fury. It takes all of her self-control not to lunge forward and snatch the battery out of their hands.

"I'm warning you," she snaps, narrowing her eyes menacingly, "give me back my battery right now, or else!" Her voice is low and dangerous, betraying the turmoil of emotions raging inside her. For a moment, it almost seems like she might actually make good on her threat...

I mean, sure you could... but then again... maybe it'll just be more fun to mess with your head about it. It is kind of amusing watching you squirm, after all. Loonabelle smirks nastily, enjoying the power trip for just a moment longer before she decides to put an end to it. With one last glare in their direction, she stalks off back to her desk, muttering under her breath about how pathetic some people really are...

You think that's funny? Just wait until I get you alone... She grumbles darkly, her anger refusing to abate. In the meantime, Loonabelle decides to focus on something else instead of brooding over this latest humiliation. She busies herself with more work, but finds it difficult to concentrate knowing that her nemesis is still lurking nearby. Every now and then she catches a glimpse of them out of the corner of her eye, watching her carefully. The feeling of being constantly observed only serves to fuel her irritation further.

*Finally finishing up her work for the day, Loonabelle stands up and stretches, relieved to be done with this circus for now. As she's about to leave her desk, however, she notices a folded-up piece of paper sticking out from underneath one of her drawers. Curious, she pulls it out and unfolds it to reveal a handwritten note:

"I've been watching you... and I think we could make quite the team. How about it? Let's join forces and take down that pompous mayor together."

Loonabelle's eyes widen in surprise as she reads this. She stares at the note for a long moment, considering her options. Finally, with a small shrug, she stuffs the note into her pocket, muttering under her breath, "Why not? Might be fun..."

She nods, her curiosity peaked despite herself. "I've had my fair share of dealings with that pompous jerk too... let's see what we can do about it." Loonabelle grins mischievously, rubbing her hands together in anticipation of the challenge ahead. After all, she might as well make lemonade out of lemons... or in this case, use someone else's stupidity to further her own ends.