A pleasant bell rang melodically as Will watched his new boss move to his desk and watched him sit himself down. What the source of the sound was, was still unknown to him. The young Brit found it hard not to get distracted by the window. As long as there were a few feet between him and the glass wall he would be just fine. He wasn't afraid of heights as long as there was a distance between him and the height. Which, basically, made him afraid of heights. He just didn't want to admit it. He slowly brought his hand up to pull at the waves in his dark brown hair as he was gestured to approach. 

When Will stood closer to the desk he brought his hand down again and folded it with the other behind his back. He decided he wanted to look sure of himself. He wanted to be impressive just like everyone seemed to be at the top floor. It wasn't fair really. Everyone being so tall and him being a midget Brit. Of course, he was exaggerating. "I won't let you down, sir." This was something he didn't say because he wanted to impress him. It was a promise he made to himself. Little Will wasn't someone who wanted to be bad at what he did. He was a perfectionist. Sometimes. He wanted to be the best in what he did. 

The hazel eyed eyed the man in front of him for a while. He liked his look. It was daring to say the least. Especially compared to him. He was too insecure to wear colors at the office. He never knew how people reacted. It was strange though. Will didn't mind being a total asshole, as long as people wouldn't laugh at him for his looks. It was still a mystery to him why he reacted the way he did to comments about his appearance. He didn't feel like he was insecure, which he obviously was. Why else would a man feel more than just embarrassed when someone made a bad comment or a joke about his clothing. Lucky for him it didn't happen often as he played it safe. But the man in front of him didn't seem to care. Then again he didn't need to care. He looked good. To be more precise; He looked great. 

Those thoughts all crossed his mind as he watched Takashi taking in the information that had popped up on his screen. It was only when he heard 'first job' that he was all ears again. He was aching for more information. What first job? What was expected from him? The man had moved to the front of the desk and sat himself down there. Suddenly they were much closer. Will was sure that, if he'd step forward, he'd be able to smell the man. What an odd thought to think about though. [i]Hey, Will. What did you do on your first day? - Oh nothing, just sniffed at my boss.[/i] He couldn't keep his lips from twitching in a grin. Creep. But he found concentration within a second. He glanced over at the laptop and nodded. Interesting, he was going to work as an alarm clock. 

Will paid close attention at the following instructions. He was eager to do this perfectly. He had not yet noticed the fact that he flipped the pages the other way than he himself, but he'd notice soon enough. He gave a firm nod and an excited smile. This was better than modeling. His body was his own and his boss seemed quite relaxed. It was already a pleasant day. Then again, he hadn't done much just yet. He took the folder from the other man's hands and kept it close to his chest with one hand while the other had positioned itself on his hip. "Thank you, sir. And I'll remind you when the meeting is and what it is about when I know more." The Brit couldn't help but chuckle lightly at the puzzled look on the elder man's face. Then he backed away and turned to the door to walk out. For a moment he paused and thought about whether he had an important question or not. Then he shrugged and walked out. 

He positioned himself at his desk and opened the folder. He frowned when he didn't see the top sheet that he had seen just a minute ago when Marius had opened the folder. He flipped through the pages until, at the back, he saw the top sheet. After staring at the piece of paper for a while he just shrugged it away. He, however, decided to keep it the way it was. He wasn't sure whether it had a 'deeper meaning'. And thus he took out all the papers and started to sort them. It wasn't that boring. In the meantime he just read some of the titles that were written on the papers that passed through his hand as he stacked the papers. Most of it was merely an unknown language to him. He could see what it said but had no idea what it really meant. 

And thus there he sat stacking paper and letting his eyes slide over the titles and numbers. It didn't take long before he found himself humming songs that crossed his mind. Often just one part of a song as that was all that managed to get stuck in his head. When he thought he was almost done another stack came in. Followed by another one.. And- yet again- another one. He frowned deeply at the stacks of paper on his desk. How lucky he was it was big enough to contain such a huge amount of paper. The songs had ended and so had the reading of titles. He was now just concentrating on putting everything in the right order. It was fun at first, but after a while his body got sick and tired of the constant movements. Picking up a folder, opening it, checking the number, closing it and putting it on the right stack before picking up another one. After about two hours he checked his phone to see what time it was. Then he checked the remaining pile and just shook his head and quickly stretched his body. 

He got up and looked around him for a while. He needed a break. Even if it was just for a minute. Honestly, his body protested against all the sitting. Maybe an office job wasn't the best choice of jobs for him. But, strangely enough, he liked this one. Obviously not because of the stacking of folders and looking at numbers, but because it just felt right. 

Five minutes later he continued what he was doing until he, after a bit more than four hours total, was done. The first thing he did was sighing relieved and rubbing his eyes. How could people do this day in and out? Stacking things. God, he remembered his job at a information desk where he had to call. He was still young and more impatient and restless than he was now, but it had been horrible. At least his chair was comfortable this time and his boss seemed to be an OK guy. Finally he got on his feet and grabbed the first stack, number one, to bring to Takashi's office. He couldn't knock this time as he'd definitely drop everything if he'd try. So he pushed the door open with his shoulder. 

"Sir... Where should I put this?" He asked as he gazed over. Then he looked at the door. "I meant to knock, but.. I didn't want to drop this." He nodded at the papers in his hands. He wasn't sure whether he'd get barked at for just walking in like that or whether he'd get a normal, humane, reaction from the man. Thus he decided to now stick at the door and wait patiently with his eyes scanning over the man's form. One movement that indicated anger and he'd be out of there. Of course, he wasn't scared.. He was just cautious. Or so he'd like to call it. People barking at him just made him very uncomfortable and edgy. His brother always said that his 'true sass' got exposed when he'd get edgy. He never really understood what he meant by that...