Fletcher had been on his way back from a break when something oddly light ran into his temple. He smashed whatever it was against his face, feeling paper beneath his fingers. He glanced down at what looked a bit like a bug. "Well, that's different," he murmured to himself as he looked around the room for some sort of explanation. His eyes rested on one Terrence Higgs playing with paper.
He chuckled quietly to himself before moving towards the other man. "I see you're putting your paper supplies to good use," he said softly, a hint of laughter to his voice. "'Fraid I smushed one of your paper insects against my face. Needless to say, I am glad it was paper and not an actual bug. Far less messy afterward."
He had been meaning to write to him and set up their archery practice...he just hadn't had time recently. Getting promoted, no matter how much he enjoyed it, came with more responsibility...which he cared little for. Fixing everyone's "problems" was trying sometimes.