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[hatesthefood]

I never thought I'd die from too much paperwork.

... someone come save me?

Hey Cameron, would it be a bad time for me to ask if we can hire a secretary? If it is, I'm taking a flamethrower to the pile of paper on my desk.

Promise to clean it up, too.

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[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

At this point in time, I'd take either, but I really would like to head home soon.

[cry-reaper.livejournal.com]

How about I come by on my way back from the shop and we can walk home together?

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

Good idea.

[cry-reaper.livejournal.com]

Be there in ten? Maybe fifteen?

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

Just be careful. If you want, come on up to my office when you get here.

[cry-reaper.livejournal.com]

Will do, want me to pick up dinner on the way, or do you want to go somewhere after I pick you up?

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

We can grab something on the way back home. I'm beat.

[cry-reaper.livejournal.com]

Love you, I'll see you soon.

[ooc: Action?]

I'm always up for action!

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

Mara will find a busy Ken working at his desk, the pile of papers a stark contrast to the wicked looking bagh nahks sitting on one side. Even in the middle of paperwork, he's ready for action.

[cry-reaper.livejournal.com]

[She slides into his office with a light tap on the door.]

Hello, lover. Ready to escape?

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

[He's already got a smile for her, but there's hiding how tired he looks. Already moving to tuck several pictures and some what looks like scrawled notes into a folder, he pushes a little back from his desk.]

Just a minute and I will be.

[cry-reaper.livejournal.com]

[Meanwhile, she comes to sit on the side of the desk, careful not to shuffle things around.]

Bad day?

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

[For a moment, he just leans over to rest the side of his head against her hip.]

Not really. Just... long. I'm so glad to see you.

[cry-reaper.livejournal.com]

So am I.

[Fingers card through his hair and she leans down to kiss the top of his head.]

Can I help with anything? Get you out of here faster?

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

[Oh, that's not helping him want to move any faster, but that's okay. He's happy to have the contact.]

Nah. Like I said, too much paper. I think they killed a forest just for me.

[cry-reaper.livejournal.com]

Killed a forest?

[She chuckles and presses another kiss to his head. Even with all the time she's spent in the City, there are still sayings and mannerisms that she just doesn't understand.]

You're not moving, darling.

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

Paper comes from trees. At least, it used to.

[Shush. He's still enjoying just leaning against her.]

Yeah. I know. Gimmie a minute.

[cry-reaper.livejournal.com]

Ah, I don't think I ever knew that.

[She chuckles and leans over, kissing him again and whispering in his ear.]

If you don't get up soon, I might have to just drag you out of here by force. Or lock you in, I haven't decided which yet.