{ o t a } where's waldo?

[luceatluxtua.livejournal.com]

Liam is renowned for being apathetic. Relaxed. Chill. Which is why it's probably a surprise to see him rolling around his office on his chair, searching through stacks of papers and other random objects on his desk, slightly frazzled. He's obviously looking for something - it's just not clear what exactly he's looking for. 

Please help him. And don't... don't notice the confused, cowering Two slinking away into an aisle.

{ooc: tag, please?}

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[luceatluxtua.livejournal.com]

Ah. No. Why. Would you. Ever. Snatching at wrists now. "What are you doing. There are screen wipes for a reason, Annie. Wipes. That are safe. For screens."

[oneirophiliac.livejournal.com]

Okay, okay. Look. Stopping. "Fine, then sit down and stop yourself before you get to hyperventilating. Where d'you normally put them?"

[luceatluxtua.livejournal.com]

"I- I don't know! I always find them! Always!" They're right next to his computers. Please tell him eventually.

[oneirophiliac.livejournal.com]

"You're gonna find them again, dude, relax. Sit down and I'll look." She won't start looking until he sits down properly.

[luceatluxtua.livejournal.com]

He is sitting down properly! But. Fine. He slumps his his chair, crossing his arms. "Now will you look?"

[oneirophiliac.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, yeah, hold those pegasi." It takes maybe half a second before she holds up the screen wipes with a slight smirk. "These? Dude. They were right here all along. You failed your area check."

[luceatluxtua.livejournal.com]

"Shut up. Gives those to me." He'll just be snatching those from her, thanks.

[oneirophiliac.livejournal.com]

She'll let go without much fuss, although she's sticking her tongue out. "If you're going to have a messy office, at least keep the important shit where you can find it."

[luceatluxtua.livejournal.com]

"Usually, I can find my important shit. But when someone smudges my tablet, it's a bit disorienting." Pout pout, as he cleans off the screen.

[oneirophiliac.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, so disorienting that you lose it," Annie says dryly. "Look, can I do the usual no silverfish routine now or not?"

[luceatluxtua.livejournal.com]

"Shut up." You've made him pout, Annie. He's just going to go back to Tetris now. Do what you must.

[oneirophiliac.livejournal.com]

Oh, please. It's so easy to make him pout. But she gets to work, tossing random comments about the game over her shoulder without looking at the screen.

"Put that L-shape on the left."

"Just a little to the right- aw no, that square'll never fit now."

"No, turn that Z!"

[luceatluxtua.livejournal.com]

He can only take the unneeded help for so long. "Annie Riordan, so help me, I will email you a virus."

[oneirophiliac.livejournal.com]

Snort. "Shouldn't've warned me. Now I won't open any of your emails."

[luceatluxtua.livejournal.com]

"...You think I can't send an anonymous email?"

[oneirophiliac.livejournal.com]

"No, but now you've guaranteed I won't open those either." She's got a good Spade's smirk. The finger-guns are all Outside, though.

[luceatluxtua.livejournal.com]

"I can send it from a name that you find too familiar to resist opening. Who's your best friend? Besides me, of course." Grin~! Even though he hasn't looked away from Tetris the whole time.

[oneirophiliac.livejournal.com]

Horror flushes into her face. "No. You wouldn't. Not our butler."

Who actually doesn't use his email at all so she'd guess right away in any case.

[luceatluxtua.livejournal.com]

He snorts. "Chives never uses his email. Don't be ridiculous."

[oneirophiliac.livejournal.com]

She blows him a raspberry as she finishes up and starts packing her equipment. "You asked, I'm just answering."

[luceatluxtua.livejournal.com]

"Stupid answer. But just wait. You'll see." Faulty Tetris suggestions are unforgivable.

[oneirophiliac.livejournal.com]

"Ooh. Look, I'm shakin'." Exaggerated shudder.