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Odin, observer of all realms ([info]hlidskjalf) wrote in [info]paxletalelogs,
@ 2011-08-06 02:37:00

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Entry tags:odin, sif

Nothing Short of Hilarious
Who: Kit & Lucy
What: A welcome gift
Where: D3
When: Friday, August 5th, around 7pm
Warnings: TBA - but probably low

Kit was settling in nicely at his job, ever-so polite and kind, always on time to the job, and never late with a project. He was a model worker, and while his computer was scrutinised far more than anyone else in the office was being evaluated, Kit found he didn't mind the work. It wasn't anything like Military work, and he had more freedoms with what he was allowed to do to the software. His cubicle neighbors paid him no mind, and he paid them none either.

Nevertheless, Fridays were always a relief for him, and this particular Friday was no different. He had the short commute home, but he was looking forward to sitting behind his computer and 'working' all weekend. Dinner was a light bowl of pasta - early, at 5pm, so he didn't have to be interrupted later. He'd only been at it for a few hours when there was a knocking on his door.

Annoyed at the disturbance, Kit figured he'd ignore it until it went away.

It didn't go away.

Resigned, he clicked away from his fun and frowned as he peered out the peephole. "Hello?" he said, opening the door to a woman that made his palms go instantly sweaty. He'd had a nightmare just the other night that started like this ...



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[info]hlidskjalf
2011-08-07 06:47 am UTC (link)
"I'm sorry?" Kit said. He needed happiness more than most? He was genuinely confused. He didn't know what to say when she cleared his mail counter and plopped the plant down; it was in a lot of light, and he could see when it needed water far more easily than if it had been some other place.

"I kill things," he said, rubbing his head, still confused.

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[info]sifwheat
2011-08-09 12:56 am UTC (link)
"You're sorry a lot," she said with a tsk as she turned to face him. "You should stop doing things that you're sorry for. Be UNsorry!" In her current state, that sounded rather profound and amazing. She'd have to remember to write that down.

"Well of course you kill things with that sort of attitude. You should stop thinking like a murderer and try instead. It gives you much nicer results than thinking all killer like." Really, the more he spoke, the more convinced she became that he definitely needed happiness, and lots of it. Next time, she'd bring brownies.

"Doesn't that look nice?" She gestured to the plant with a big smile on her face. Surely he'd think it was just as wonderful as she did.

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