(I went through a bunch of different scenarios, and ended up scraping them.. but I was determined to write something for this!)
At first, he wondered if he'd imagined it. The barest brush of something, against his ear and hair. Perhaps a slight hiccup in the air filtering system.
Then it happened again. And again, so that he swatted absently at the air next to his head, still too preoccupied by the reports in front of him to pay the nuisance much mind.
And then something hit him in the eye and he swore. Clutching his face, and cursing again for good measure, he heard a soft giggle. Turning his head so he could see the president, he did his best to glower with his uncovered eye.
Laura seemed to find this expression even more amusing, for she leaned forward against her desk, fully laughing.
Tom opened his mouth to demand what the frak was so funny, when he noticed them, all lined up on the edge of her desk. Paper balls, no doubt ripped from the edge's of the reports she had stacked in front of her. He gawped rather than berate her, giving her enough time to recover and flick another of her creations at him.
It landed in his mouth.
For a moment she went completely still, eyes wide with surprise, obviously unbelieving that she had managed to make such a shot. He slowly lowered his hand from his eye.
Then Laura was laughing hysterically, and Tom joined in; completely unsure of how any other response was possible. It had been a spectacular and absurd piece of luck.
And then he started choking on the piece of paper now stuck under his tongue.
He should have remembered Laura in a playful mood was always dangerous.
At first, he wondered if he'd imagined it. The barest brush of something, against his ear and hair. Perhaps a slight hiccup in the air filtering system.
Then it happened again. And again, so that he swatted absently at the air next to his head, still too preoccupied by the reports in front of him to pay the nuisance much mind.
And then something hit him in the eye and he swore. Clutching his face, and cursing again for good measure, he heard a soft giggle. Turning his head so he could see the president, he did his best to glower with his uncovered eye.
Laura seemed to find this expression even more amusing, for she leaned forward against her desk, fully laughing.
Tom opened his mouth to demand what the frak was so funny, when he noticed them, all lined up on the edge of her desk. Paper balls, no doubt ripped from the edge's of the reports she had stacked in front of her. He gawped rather than berate her, giving her enough time to recover and flick another of her creations at him.
It landed in his mouth.
For a moment she went completely still, eyes wide with surprise, obviously unbelieving that she had managed to make such a shot. He slowly lowered his hand from his eye.
Then Laura was laughing hysterically, and Tom joined in; completely unsure of how any other response was possible. It had been a spectacular and absurd piece of luck.
And then he started choking on the piece of paper now stuck under his tongue.
He should have remembered Laura in a playful mood was always dangerous.
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