Unsurprisingly, seeing William was actually sort of made him feel even lazier than usual than the other way around. He slipped inside anyway, surveying the scene.
"I take it you're are busy," he mused, biting back a grin. "Working on election stuff?
"Yeth," said William, removing the pen from his mouth. "I mean, yes. Along with the rest of the edition. I have four new reporters and I still have to write the sports myself," he grumbled, half to himself.
Sports. A vague memory flashed in his head of a time long before he even knew Dunder Mifflin existed. Something he hadn't thought about in years.
"Do you not like writing sports?" he asked, noticing the slightly sour look that flashed across William's face. He found a seat that wasn't covered in papers of some kind and sat down.
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His laptop was wedged on the side of the press, and he had been peering at that sporadically, too.
There was a lot of busy to overspill, really.
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"I take it you're are busy," he mused, biting back a grin. "Working on election stuff?
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"Do you not like writing sports?" he asked, noticing the slightly sour look that flashed across William's face. He found a seat that wasn't covered in papers of some kind and sat down.
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