•Sneezed so loud my secretary came in to asked if I’d accidentally broken my CD player. No janet, go back to being a piece of shit whilst I do all the work.•
@ofCannibxlism ¥ “Upstairs-“ he continued, with a levelled tone of voice.”- Is someone who i detest quite a large ammount. I’ve reason to believe that there would be a quite a large profit for both of us if he ... ‘disappeared’ quite suddenly.”
@ofCannibxlism ¥ Accidental hand touches of a cashier or fellow worker, but this touch felt crude and it filled him with a slight disgust. “-What i will do, is show you an alternative, to perhaps not swallow my eyeballs. I wouldn’t imagine i’d like being blind, or dead for that matter.” ¥
@ofCannibxlism ¥ should have just asked, than insulting my music tastes, and ripping them to shreds.” He said softly , glancing at each each leg on either sides of him
@ofCannibxlism He tutted, eyebrow raising. “- Firstly, i’m aware you stated this. I could care less. Secondly, is it all types of meat? It’d be a large inconvience to my co-workers if I expired, and don’t plan on being ouija board after my untimely death. If you wanted food, perhaps you¥
@ofCannibxlism ¥ He then took the USB out of the laptop that sat on the floor and tucked it away in his jean pocket, returning to his somewhat relaxed position. “-I imagine there’s a reason you’ve broken into my office and antagonising me at a late hour, though.”
@ofCannibxlism “Probably-“ he shrugged, inwardly cringing at the wrinkled papers and possible other damage, before moving to sit directly back in his chair. “- you could say that, i don’t particularly go out much. Socially very idiotic.” He mused, popping a leg over his other. ¥
@ofCannibxlism He paused for a moment, looking him up and down, curiously. Dark chocolate and ombre red irises stared at the increasingly interesting figure on his desk. ❛ I mean, not all is bad. you could be my client at the moment. He has four charges of drug smuggling. Only reason they -¥
@ofCannibxlism ¥ the desk, and prying them gently from under the man who’d decided to sit on his desk. .❛ Please don’t crumple these, they’re important. ❜
@ofCannibxlism ❛Fine. ❜ He murmured, eyebrows furrowed in frustration. He stood, rubbed his temples- and walked across the room, squatted, and browsed through his CDs, before selecting a Steve Reich disc .❛ This is a minimalist composer. ❜ he said, before pressing play and going back to ¥
@ofCannibxlism ❛I imagine most people have your opinion. ❜ He said softly, picking up the half eaten food, and throwing it in the metal trash can at the side of his desk, before opening the files underneath. ❛If you insist on being here, sit over there. ❜ he points to the chair on the ¥