ＣＡＬＥＢ ＭＡＳＴＥＲＳＯＮ❻ sєαт яσץαℓ ɢυαяם ♠
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♤ 'The Three Headed Hound' ♤ 
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Caleb was sitting behind his desk speeding through a stack of reports that would be filed later. Most of them required little attention and only his signature of approval. Mostly routine mission reports, lesser hollow sightings in the world of the living, Division transfers, requsition orders. Nothing out of the ordinary.
He worked without hesitation, scanning the pages before signing, as one pile shrinked and another grew. Soon he was finished with the pile and sighed, knowing that his job was never completely finished. There were probably files in the assorted piles that had been sitting for months, but since the Soul Society obviously didn't fall into Anarchy, they could wait a bit longer. He was tired, and curious to see what his friend was up to.
[Exit: Captain Commander Jermaine's Office]
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| Offense: [100] | Defense: [100] | Agility: [100] | Reiatsu: [100] | Intelligence: [110] | Physical Strength: [90] | 
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