They were trying not to huddle together. That would make it more obvious that they weren't doing their work. This would make her even angrier.
Even the raccoon was hovering closer to the others. At only a hundred and twenty-four, he was fairly young and still couldn't handle many of the stresses of this job.
She sighed. The entire group froze to stare at her behind the large, dark red desk in the back of the room. Black rabbit ears were drooping, hiding the inner skin of blue and giving the impression of the woman being sad.
Except the word 'sad' could never be used to describe her. 'Upset', 'Furious', 'Mad', and 'Pissed' were better adjectives.
And, if the ears were any indication (which they were thankful for everyday), she was getting closer and closer to being 'Pissed' every second.
Another sigh. The bunny in front of the desk who started this episode of Book Keeping Fear Factor began shaking and knocked over a folder. She looked up at the noise and they all froze. Eight bunnies and a raccoon shaking like they were cornered by a wolf.
She stared at them all for a moment before speaking, "Is there a problem? Get back to work." She looked down again, opening up the drawer next to her to easily reach the items inside. It was a subtle warning, but even the raccoon got it and tried to go into double time on the numbers in front of him. He ended up looking up at her every time she turned a page.
A third sigh. The bunny before the desk wrung her hands and hung her head. If she was wrong, the punishment would be severe and if she was right there would be chaos in here. Keeping close to the desk and ducking down would be her best chance not to get pummeled by flying mochi hammers and harisens (paper fans specifically for use on Bakas/Morons).
The tiny bunny shuddered to think what would happen to her if she hadn't brought it up.
The folder slapped shut and Crescent Moon, the head Book Keeper of the Hitoshirenu Yakuza, continued to stare at the folder as her right brown eye and ear twitched.
"You're right. The numbers don't match up." A hand went up to her natural blonde hair, held back out of her face by a hair tie. "The numbers don't match up." She said again.
The bunny girl in front of her dropped to the floor as others dived behind cover. The next second hammers and fans were sailing through the air. "SOMEONE IS SHORTING US!" She screamed at them as the raccoon boy was struck on the head by a hammer and fell to the floor.
"FIND OUT WHO!! AND GET ME JORI!!! NNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!"