Paul Halloran is the Earth-Shaker (i_sea_you) wrote in paxletalelogs, @ 2010-08-30 16:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | amphitrite, poseidon |
Who: Cassie and Paul.
What: OMGOMGZOMGZ! There are crabs in Cassie's hair. And Paul has a beard.
Where: The Ocean Institute.
When: Mon....day morning, perhaps?
Warnings: Will update if this turns into gratuitous ocean sex. Just chaste smooching! No need to hide the children!
Paul was having a Day. Yes, that's right - a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad Day. When he lurched into the bathroom at 6:30 AM to get ready for his morning run on the beach, he flipped on the light as usual. But after making the mistake of looking in the mirror, he stumbled back and flailed so badly he crashed into the towel rack, knocking it to the floor. Then when he tried to right that, he fell over into the shower and took the curtain off, ending up in a heap with his heart racing and debating whether or not 911 was the number for a straitjacket.
The morning run had been skipped. Instead he had spent an hour and a half staring into the mirror, wiggling his fingers, making faces - yep, that was his reflection. Except when did he age like, a hundred years and grow a beard?? It couldn't be thought about for much longer, because he was going to be late for work. And he had lots of meetings today and wasn't going out on a boat, so he had to dress accordingly. After throwing on a pair of slacks and a dress shirt and two different colored socks (oops), he raced out the door without making his lunch.
Once he got to work, he zoomed to his desk, just barely mumbling a good morning to those who said anything to him, keeping his head down. The door to his office was shut and locked, and he took a moment to sit at his desk while his computer fired up, his head falling forward onto the stack of papers he left there the other night. What was going on?