(no subject)
Monk's in 202, pacing a circle in the floor.
He's got the bridge of his nose pinched so tightly between his thumb and forefinger that circulation's being cut off, and his forehead - for that reason among others - is turning an odd shade of red.
This detective is damn frustrated, and even a cleaning spree didn't help to keep his thoughts at bay.
A word of caution if you decide to approach him: he is not a happy camper.
He's got the bridge of his nose pinched so tightly between his thumb and forefinger that circulation's being cut off, and his forehead - for that reason among others - is turning an odd shade of red.
This detective is damn frustrated, and even a cleaning spree didn't help to keep his thoughts at bay.
A word of caution if you decide to approach him: he is not a happy camper.