Post by Lucas Xavier on Feb 17, 2016 3:07:56 GMT -5
Feb 17, 2016 3:07:56 GMT -5
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Paperwork.
His everlasting enemy.
No matter how many times he tried to kill it, it keeps coming back and even in larger group than before. He has cupped his chin and leaned his index and middle fingers on his shut tight lips. His eyes glared intensely at the pile of papers he needed to go through. His leaning back was slowly brought forward and away from his comfortable chair. He glared up at his underman.
"What is this?" He asked.
The man looked at him and stood straight. Both hands by his sides as he replied, "The report you requested, sir."
He sighed heavily and dragged his hand over his forehead. THIS is the report? He muttered curses under his breathe, words that seem not audible from where underman was standing. His eyes did glance to the side where Lucas, the seventh seat of Seven Moons was sitting. He was a bit, or very, worried about him sighing and muttering. Did he do wrong?
"Get out," he said finally. The man stomped his leg one time and turned for the door. He exited the door, leaving Lucas alone in the room. He sighed heavily again. Man, why does he have to stay and do all the paperwork? He could have just asked the other members of the organization to do this office work! Ah, that's right. It was he who complained how everyone was not being organized and caused some old reports gone missing. He rubbed his forehead, grumbling. For some reasons, he was not satisfied that he had to do this alone.
He pushed himself against the comfortable chair and huffed in exhaustion. His eyes slowly closed and sleepiness began lulling him unconscious. Before he knew it, he has already dozed off, unaware of the surrounding or presence of someone reaching his room.
His everlasting enemy.
No matter how many times he tried to kill it, it keeps coming back and even in larger group than before. He has cupped his chin and leaned his index and middle fingers on his shut tight lips. His eyes glared intensely at the pile of papers he needed to go through. His leaning back was slowly brought forward and away from his comfortable chair. He glared up at his underman.
"What is this?" He asked.
The man looked at him and stood straight. Both hands by his sides as he replied, "The report you requested, sir."
He sighed heavily and dragged his hand over his forehead. THIS is the report? He muttered curses under his breathe, words that seem not audible from where underman was standing. His eyes did glance to the side where Lucas, the seventh seat of Seven Moons was sitting. He was a bit, or very, worried about him sighing and muttering. Did he do wrong?
"Get out," he said finally. The man stomped his leg one time and turned for the door. He exited the door, leaving Lucas alone in the room. He sighed heavily again. Man, why does he have to stay and do all the paperwork? He could have just asked the other members of the organization to do this office work! Ah, that's right. It was he who complained how everyone was not being organized and caused some old reports gone missing. He rubbed his forehead, grumbling. For some reasons, he was not satisfied that he had to do this alone.
He pushed himself against the comfortable chair and huffed in exhaustion. His eyes slowly closed and sleepiness began lulling him unconscious. Before he knew it, he has already dozed off, unaware of the surrounding or presence of someone reaching his room.
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