the work printer cries out, "no stop, that's too much! youre gonna make me jam!" as i load a full ream into her tray, but it's too late. "see, you can take it. you're doing such a good job for me." i coo into her feeding tray as i begin printing the morning reports. her warning lights turn red as she moans in i assume ecstacy
Ugh, was having a great time mocking my recently imprisoned rival when I noticed the camera positioning makes it so that I appear behind the bars, thus framing me as trapped in a metaphorical prison of the narrative, now my whole day is ruined. Fuck.
Still wednesday for me yet, and I have managed to squeeze out a little bit, can't really say the same for our friend Alex.
“If he doesn’t wrap it up soon love won’t be the only thing flowing,” Alex mutters under his breath.
At least he meant to but Pez leans over and asks, “did you say something Alexander?”
“No,” he lies and shifts in his seat.
“You’re awfully squirmy, are you sure you’re alright?”
“Mmhm, yeah. Fine.” Another lie, but Pez seems to buy it as he sits back up and looks up at Henry as he finishes. Alex knows Henry is making some poignant comment tying the reading to Shaan and Zahra and he’s sure it’s lovely but he can’t focus on the words coming from his boyfriend’s mouth.
it's pretty late and wednesday is over for most people please take this as an open tag
but i am tagging a few people for piss @eusuntgratie @captainjunglegym @fivequartersoftheorange @agostobuwan @dreamsinthewitchouse
do you guys ever feel like an outcast even in a group full of outcasts. like i'm autistic and even in groups full of neurodivergent people i'm still excluded sometimes. i don't understand why