Dammit...is it Namba or Nanba?
What's this? An entry?! FROM ME?!?!?!
Yes. I made myself to it. I had to sit down and pull this out of my brain like extracting teeth, but maybe I'm one step closer to getting rid of the most severe case of writer's block that I've ever had. *gonk*
58. Birthday
His wife hadn’t even mentioned it to him when he walked out the door that morning. Today he had drifted through the hallways at work, feeling like a ghost.
Actually, they probably would have paid more attention to him if he really was a Gengar. He certainly felt as lonely as a Cubone.
He contemplated birthdays. As a child, birthdays are always exciting. It’s a big deal, everyone congratulates you for making it through another year and you look forward to many more to follow. But when you finally reach old age, everyone just wonders which birthday will be your last.
“ Namba, I need you to fill in for me this afternoon in the lab. I’m practically buried in paperwork.”
“ Actually, Sebastian, I wanted to take the rest of the afternoon off.”
The other doctor looked up from his desk, almost like he was angry that Namba even mentioned it.
“ Absolutely not. Too much going on.”
“ It’s my birthday.”
“ What do you want, a medal? Congratulations. You’re old.”
Sebastian was so cold. But that was why he was in charge. And that was why poor Namba was still here, well after five o’clock and catching up on his own work.
“ Professor Namba!”
It was Cassidy and her partner, but how odd of them to come to his office afterhours…
“ We know it’s late, sir, but there’s something we, ah…wanted to give you.”
“ That’s right!!!”
Cassidy presented him with a box, covered in shiny black paper with a huge red bow on top.
“ Happy Birthday, sir!” she continued, and he wondered how they had known. “ Now before you say anything…we know we didn’t have to do it. But we wanted to get you something anyways, because we care.”
“ That’s right.” Butch nodded with more enthusiasm than was necessary. “ We care.”
“ You won’t find that in just any agent.”
“ And we hope you’ll remember this later.”
Cassidy elbowed Butch right after he said that last sentence, but Namba took little notice.
Even though he knew they had only done it because they wanted him to speak well of them to their superiors, Butch and Cassidy were his two favorite people at that moment.
Yes. I made myself to it. I had to sit down and pull this out of my brain like extracting teeth, but maybe I'm one step closer to getting rid of the most severe case of writer's block that I've ever had. *gonk*
58. Birthday
His wife hadn’t even mentioned it to him when he walked out the door that morning. Today he had drifted through the hallways at work, feeling like a ghost.
Actually, they probably would have paid more attention to him if he really was a Gengar. He certainly felt as lonely as a Cubone.
He contemplated birthdays. As a child, birthdays are always exciting. It’s a big deal, everyone congratulates you for making it through another year and you look forward to many more to follow. But when you finally reach old age, everyone just wonders which birthday will be your last.
“ Namba, I need you to fill in for me this afternoon in the lab. I’m practically buried in paperwork.”
“ Actually, Sebastian, I wanted to take the rest of the afternoon off.”
The other doctor looked up from his desk, almost like he was angry that Namba even mentioned it.
“ Absolutely not. Too much going on.”
“ It’s my birthday.”
“ What do you want, a medal? Congratulations. You’re old.”
Sebastian was so cold. But that was why he was in charge. And that was why poor Namba was still here, well after five o’clock and catching up on his own work.
“ Professor Namba!”
It was Cassidy and her partner, but how odd of them to come to his office afterhours…
“ We know it’s late, sir, but there’s something we, ah…wanted to give you.”
“ That’s right!!!”
Cassidy presented him with a box, covered in shiny black paper with a huge red bow on top.
“ Happy Birthday, sir!” she continued, and he wondered how they had known. “ Now before you say anything…we know we didn’t have to do it. But we wanted to get you something anyways, because we care.”
“ That’s right.” Butch nodded with more enthusiasm than was necessary. “ We care.”
“ You won’t find that in just any agent.”
“ And we hope you’ll remember this later.”
Cassidy elbowed Butch right after he said that last sentence, but Namba took little notice.
Even though he knew they had only done it because they wanted him to speak well of them to their superiors, Butch and Cassidy were his two favorite people at that moment.