[Man, having lungs sucked. So have a Dell, smoking away.]

Glad that's over.

[Coffee? Check.

Laptop? Check.

Cigarettes? Check.

Lighter? Not check. Crap.

Dell's gonna be grumpy. So he'll ask the next passerby, regardless of age, gender, or appearance.]

Hey? Got a light?

OOC: I'll stop being flaky, I promise ;o;

[Long time no see huh DR? Dell is back in action, only today he tends to be the quiet sort. He's sitting in a darkened area of the DR with what appears to be a tiny cupcake in his hands. The flick of a lighter sheads light on him at long last, providing a flame to the single candle on the cupcake. If you listen closely, you can almost hear Dell ( Read more... )

*And here we have Dell at the studio. Passed out in front of his laptop, of which still blinks on, messages, browsers and the like, plastered to the screen. A full ashtray and an empty cup of coffee lay beside him as he sleeps.*

*But don't think he has forgotten the fight he had with Haku. He's still steaming about that*

*A desk lays in a dark room, a figure hunched at a laptop taps the keys in a furious manner. The lamp is the only source of light he needs a company in the wee hours of the night ( Read more... )