[LOG] Why is this day dragging so slooowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww

[flyboy001]

Participants: Alfred & anybody
Can people just hop in?: YES DO IT
Where: Alfred's office, either in his office or just on IM
When: Friday morning
What: Alfred's boredom
Summary: It's Friday morning, Alfred has a ton of work to do, & he can't concentrate.

Comments

8D

[too_delight]

There was a bright 'ping' from behind the mass of paper that waved uncomfortably in the heat as they splayed lazily across the desk in front of him, resettling once more after every rotation of the fan. The hot porcelain of his mask sliding with a loud squeak down his face as his head levered up, hazy brown blinking blearily at the mess, the white of the paper reflecting lighter shades into the normally black depths. That sound meant something to him.. righ'?

His head went to rest back onto his desk into a tangle of black, greasy strands,with a clean 'schnap', before his head came back up, a pained, husky whine seeming to emit from his chest at the broken shards of his headgear.

"Shit."

'Ping!'

The sound was coming from beneath the paper, the muscles in his neck trembling lightly as he moved away from his shattered headgear and blinked as he recognised the source. An email. Which at this time, could only involve work.

His teeth bared, before with a roughened growl, his hand slammed down into the desk.

And his fingers had reached down beneath the forest of papers and grabbed his laptop, his eyes scanning the 'receiving' email, as his mind was dragged back to damn work (must have been quite a package, the download), his eyes narrowing as he found the sender and hashed a short rough response. Sometimes, he hated this damn job.

IM: 'Sadiq. Email delay. What sent?'

[...so rusty, I am so sorry. ;u; ]

WHY HELLO THERE

[flyboy001]

[IM]
awwwwwwww man it didn;t send??

[Alfred did some quick copy pasting of the URL into the IM box, before sending the whole kit & caboodle off with a little smile.]

http://dsc.discovery.com/sharks/shark-facts.html

XDD

[too_delight]

"...What the fuck is this?"

Sharks. The ficking 'important' email: a fact page about sharks. This dude must be joking. His eyes flicked angrily to the sender name, which he did not recognise- what the hell sort of name was 'flyboy', anyway?

Well. He better hope he had some answers, even if he had no name.

[IM] Hey, bastard. What the fuck do you think you are playing at?

i need a derpy sad icon;;;;

[flyboy001]

[Alfred frowned magnificently. He hadn't been expecting that kind of response. That was way harsher than anything Leti'd ever thrown his way.]

geez man, just tryin to spread the knowledge
as opposed to doing mindless paperwork

[Sent off with more of a scrunched up face. He nervously-- wait he was nervous?-- moved around the blocks of the clock Leticia had gotten him.]

does it reeeeeeeeeeeally warrant Language w/ a capital L?