So, basically there's two things on my mind. The first is rather trivial, but I wanted to talk to you guys, cause it involves you all helping me out. The second is more important... to me at least
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Ryan had writer's block. He'd put his pen to paper, his hands to the keyboard and any free flow of ideas would vanish. He could think of things off-handedly, but whenever he sat down to compile his thoughts, he couldn't manage it, he couldn't make them fit. He sighed, throwing the notebook his had in his hands on the desk and slumping back in the chair. It was the chair he'd sat in for the past two albums, the comfortable one that had let him sit for hours without getting backache or muscle spasms.
"You ok?" Ryan jumped a little and swivelled to face Bob. He was sat on the sofa, but had turned so he could comfortably look at Ryan. The younger man nodded and sighed again. He didn't need Bob interrupting him. Bob didn't seem to understand this though.
He got up from the sofa and walked to where Ryan was sitting. He stood behind the chair and put his large hands on the smaller man's shoulder. Ryan tentatively pushed up against the strong hands, part of him wanting to ignore Bob and get back to writing.
"Bob, seriously. I need to work." He shrugged off Bob's hands and turned his chair to face the blank screen of the computer. He moved the mouse only to discover that the computer was turned off, hadn't been turned on in about a week and wasn't even plugged in. He groaned and slumped back in his chair again. Ryan let Bob turn it around, too tired to bother protesting.
"Work later." Ryan frowned at Bob and slid further down in the chair. Bob only smirked and knelt down. "Just stay there for now, ok? Let me help." Ryan grumbled, but gave in. He was only one man, after all.
Hehe. Dirty Bob. Well, here you are. Ignoring my carpal tunnel for you guys.
"You ok?" Ryan jumped a little and swivelled to face Bob. He was sat on the sofa, but had turned so he could comfortably look at Ryan. The younger man nodded and sighed again. He didn't need Bob interrupting him. Bob didn't seem to understand this though.
He got up from the sofa and walked to where Ryan was sitting. He stood behind the chair and put his large hands on the smaller man's shoulder. Ryan tentatively pushed up against the strong hands, part of him wanting to ignore Bob and get back to writing.
"Bob, seriously. I need to work." He shrugged off Bob's hands and turned his chair to face the blank screen of the computer. He moved the mouse only to discover that the computer was turned off, hadn't been turned on in about a week and wasn't even plugged in. He groaned and slumped back in his chair again. Ryan let Bob turn it around, too tired to bother protesting.
"Work later." Ryan frowned at Bob and slid further down in the chair. Bob only smirked and knelt down. "Just stay there for now, ok? Let me help." Ryan grumbled, but gave in. He was only one man, after all.
Hehe. Dirty Bob. Well, here you are. Ignoring my carpal tunnel for you guys.
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