Office hours, Friday
Mohinder arrived at his office slightly sweeter than when he'd set out. It was probably why, as he was attempting to brush sugar out of his hair, he didn't immediately notice he'd left a window open.
Icing sugar had trailed across the room from the open pane.
"What on-" He slammed the window shut, sighing at the scattered dust.
He needed to clean up. And hope his laptop wasn't too sticky to still function.
[Open!]
Icing sugar had trailed across the room from the open pane.
"What on-" He slammed the window shut, sighing at the scattered dust.
He needed to clean up. And hope his laptop wasn't too sticky to still function.
[Open!]