This was the blessed @mvjoey ’s idea so here goes:
Phichit drummed his manicured nails impatiently against the polished wood of the reception desk, watching the exchange between his friend, Yuuri and his assistant, Viktor.
“How many days have they been working together, again?” Phichit asked, taking a sip of water from the cup Christophe had provided him earlier.
“Six months, two weeks and three days.” Christophe replied, quickly scribbling down some notes into a file, reaching behind him and placing it in the stuffed cabinet.
“And they’re still not banging?” Phichit asked, turning to look at the receptionist.
“Viktor hasn’t told be anything, and he usually tells me everything.” Christophe shrugged, smiling to greet a passing woman. “Good morning Helen! How’s the husband? Still terrible in bed?”
“Still. It’s been fifteen years, can you believe it?” The woman sighed, tucking an auburn lock behind her ear.
“Such a shame, he really is handsome. I might have to steal him from you, teach him a couple things.”
“Can I join?” The woman grinned dubiously, breaking into a laugh. “I’m only joking, don’t worry.”
“Its quite alright. Just go straight through, love, Gracie’s missed you so much, bless her heart.”
“I’ll be seeing you!” The woman called, strutting down the hall.
“Were you seriously going to try steal her husband?” Phichit asked, leaning against the desk.
“Hell no.” Christophe snorted. “The man may be drop dead gorgeous but he’s straighter than the poles I dance on at the weekend.”
“I just don’t get it.” Phichit sighed, turning his attention back to Yuuri and Viktor in the corner of the room. “Their feelings are an obviously mutual, how the hell can they not see it?”
“I honestly have no idea. I’ve never seen Viktor this lovesick in my entire life maybe he’s scared of what might happen if he admits his feelings?” Christophe shrugged, stamping another sheet of paper.
“-Nice braids, Plisetsky!” Called JJ, the psychologist as he sauntered through the hall, followed by an army of small boys in hospital gowns and pyjamas waving action figures about.
“Nice toys JJ, you get them with the happy meal your mommy bought you?” The nurse shot back, the tirade of little girls pulling faces at JJ.
“THESE ARE LIMITED EDITION COLLECTORS ITEMS! HOW DARE YOU!” JJ yelled from across the room, clutching a red ranger doll close to his chest.
“DON’T SHOUT AT YURA! YOU’RE A MEANIE JJ!” One of the little girls shouted, waving a pink wand at JJ.
“YURIS ANGELS ATTAAAACK!” screamed a small brunette girl.
“KNIGHTS OF KING JJ! DEFEND HIS ROYAL AWESOMENESS!” Screeched a little black haired boy, waving a cardboard sword in the air.
“Dear god not ANOTHER turf war…” Phichit groaned, leaning back on the desk.
“Looks like it is.” Christophe sighed, thumbing through a file. “Ear plugs?” He offered, holding up a small box.
“Christophe Giacometti, you are a goddamn saint.” Phichit sighed gratefully, taking the box.