[Witches' Horses] Sibir

[named_by_rhyme]

Title: forms, forms and more forms
'Verse/characters: Sibir; Sergeievich, Stas
Prompt: 40D "4:29 PM", interpreted as near the end of the work day
Word Count: 589
Notes: after new arrival, before glory's where you find it. Saints Boris and Gleb, brothers and princes, were martyred by their unconverted brother, but they're on the list of

Comments

[billradish]

"Why?"

"Delegation of annoying tasks?" Stas tried, the grin making a brief appearance. "I write a neat hand sir, I promise."

eeeeeeee. <3

"Whatever's handy, boss, but I've handled everything but convincing the idiots before. I think they reserve those for higher command ranks."

"Tell me about it," Ruslan muttered, passing over four pads and a stylus, mostly accounting forms and requisitions from what he could remember. "I dread what's going to happen if I get promoted again."

eeeeeeee!

No, seriously. Literal hand flappy glee down here. <3

[dormouse_in_tea]

Gee, thanks. Now he's really depressed.

[coastal_physics]

did Stas just kick himself for the offering? :P

[taennyn]

Right now he's trying to get his commanding officer to actually make use of available resources--including himself--as opposed to trying to do everything himself? But yeah, Stas is gonna be kicking himself. :D

[cesy]

Hehe, the last line is great.

[klgaffney]

never volunteer for paperwork! *grin* that takes an absurd sort of devotion.

*ded at last line* you get it from both ends, of course. *solemn*