Leif Niemi (bloodcounts) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2012-02-25 23:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-09-01, leif |
bad as a black sheep, sure as a heart beat
Who: Jokull & Leif
Where: Leif's home
When: Early evening
“Evening, stranger!”
Leif lifted his gaze slowly from the keychain where his thumb was pressing down harder than necessary on the button that locked his car doors automatically. The car sounded merrily in time with the single nod he gave the man next door, his smile held in place only by sheer force of will. If he recalled correctly, yesterday had been a nauseating howdy, neighbour! followed by a monologue from his wife about how she had seen the prettiest – and biggest – bird circling his house around lunchtime. He could only bring himself to reply with an allegedly-intrigued really? before turning into the house, narrowly avoiding allowing himself a slip of the tongue that would no doubt find itself jumping around her circle of friends, all righteous indignity on behalf of their slighted companion, until it eventually found its way back to Linnea. Who, naturally, knew everyone. You could play Six Degrees of Linnea with this town. And that is likely only with her mattress. The corner of Leif’s lip tugged up in a smirk as he threw his keys onto the kitchen counter, and immediately moved to pour himself a scotch.
Like clockwork, his phone rang, and as per usual he spent no more than five minutes with the wireless burden in hand before his attention fixed itself to his drink, sliding it along the counter beside him as far as he could on his way to his office. “Bore Adam with your inadequacies.” He hung up not feeling an ounce better. Was today the day that the idiots chose to make their mental incapability known to the world, or was he just unlucky in having several remarkably stupid employees and irritatingly friendly neighbours? ‘The latter sounds rather more likely.’ Leif took that input to mean that Mia had not choked on a ferret since lunch. Sliding into the chair at his desk, he set the glass down and habitually flipped the computer on. At some point, they were all going to realise that his insistence upon knowing what was going on did not mean they needed to send it to him via every medium they could think of. Or Tia was just bored again and sending everything just in case he needed them. He didn’t.
‘Let me in.’
Leif turned his head to look out of the porch windows, eyebrow raised slightly. “No.”
‘Please?’
“You don’t need to be in here. Go and chase a vole or something.” She would only try grating on his nerves further.