Zix was completely absorbed with picking up the papers and wasn’t at all watching Tea out of the corner of his eye nope not all he hewasn’tdoingit. Because there were the papers to pick up and who could ever want to ever watching anything but the papers? They were so interesting and covered with writing and wow, it was all amazing seeseesee he wasn’t watching Tea at all.
Mostly because Tea was annoyedsnappy right now and his head hurt and he’d leaned in towards Zix which Tea probably hadn’t meant to do and Tea really didn’t seem to like the gringlimmergleam on Zix’s face --stanceeyesglare stopthatidiot sort of thing-- so Zix figured he might as well try and tone down the satisfied youdiditleanedtowardsme grin so Tea wouldn’t, like, eat his liver or something. Zix wasn’t sure, but he thought that people needed their livers to survive and whatnot.
Ooh the pape---
The next second, Zix had a classy dress shoe imprint in the side of his head, and because Tea was on his left and the shoe came from the right, that could only mean… “Charlie!” Gringringrinhappybright the necromancer stood, completelytotallyabsolutely oblivious to the darkdarglarehatred the zombie was giving him. A glare that could probably rival Tea’s.
“You moron,” the dead assistant snarled, swinging his leg again to toe Zix’s shins. Which would leave a satisfying mark and got him a slight grimace from the man. “What have I told you about touching my papers?”
Zix’s grin fadedslight nervously, and he glanced back over his shoulder, where Tea appeared to be completely absorbed in melting his ice. Okay…no help there. “Ah…not to do it?”
Charlie kicked him again. “Good. And what. Were. You. Doing?” GlareglareglareIwillkillyou.
Zix grinnednervousshift again. “Ah hah…touching…the papers?” He saw where this was going…maybe…there was the sudden though that Charlie was kindofmaybesortof pissed. And Charlie was just generally pissy-er than even Tea was so when Charlie was seriously pissed it was…basically…Hell.
Nervousfidgetshift.
Charlie’s glare darkdeepenedsnarl slightslightly the idiot! as he glanced around the idiot and saw livingassistantpersonthing meltingburning ice on his desk near his papers. “You’d better watch where that flame is pointing,” he warned, glareglaredarkdeadly at Tea. Livingassistantperson would not be happy if any of Charlie’s papers so much as got a bit of ash on them, no matter how much livingpersonthing hatedannoyedby Zix. Burning Charlie’s papers was a sin that was un-for-give-a-ble.
The necromancer grimaced again as Charlie’s shoes once again connected with his shins. Damn, the man must have had steel-toes dress shoes when he was alive. Were those even possible? Those things hurt. And for a zombie, Charlie had a helluva kick on him. He was just vaguely glad that his back was turned and Tea couldn’t laughsmirk at his paingrimacelook.
“Don’t touch my papers,” Charlie growled crouchingkneeling whisperrustle to the floor. The idiot would only mess everything up even more than he normally did.
“Haaai…” Well, now what was Zix supposed to do?
Mostly because Tea was annoyedsnappy right now and his head hurt and he’d leaned in towards Zix which Tea probably hadn’t meant to do and Tea really didn’t seem to like the gringlimmergleam on Zix’s face --stanceeyesglare stopthatidiot sort of thing-- so Zix figured he might as well try and tone down the satisfied youdiditleanedtowardsme grin so Tea wouldn’t, like, eat his liver or something. Zix wasn’t sure, but he thought that people needed their livers to survive and whatnot.
Ooh the pape---
The next second, Zix had a classy dress shoe imprint in the side of his head, and because Tea was on his left and the shoe came from the right, that could only mean… “Charlie!” Gringringrinhappybright the necromancer stood, completelytotallyabsolutely oblivious to the darkdarglarehatred the zombie was giving him. A glare that could probably rival Tea’s.
“You moron,” the dead assistant snarled, swinging his leg again to toe Zix’s shins. Which would leave a satisfying mark and got him a slight grimace from the man. “What have I told you about touching my papers?”
Zix’s grin fadedslight nervously, and he glanced back over his shoulder, where Tea appeared to be completely absorbed in melting his ice. Okay…no help there. “Ah…not to do it?”
Charlie kicked him again. “Good. And what. Were. You. Doing?” GlareglareglareIwillkillyou.
Zix grinnednervousshift again. “Ah hah…touching…the papers?” He saw where this was going…maybe…there was the sudden though that Charlie was kindofmaybesortof pissed. And Charlie was just generally pissy-er than even Tea was so when Charlie was seriously pissed it was…basically…Hell.
Nervousfidgetshift.
Charlie’s glare darkdeepenedsnarl slightslightly the idiot! as he glanced around the idiot and saw livingassistantpersonthing meltingburning ice on his desk near his papers. “You’d better watch where that flame is pointing,” he warned, glareglaredarkdeadly at Tea. Livingassistantperson would not be happy if any of Charlie’s papers so much as got a bit of ash on them, no matter how much livingpersonthing hatedannoyedby Zix. Burning Charlie’s papers was a sin that was un-for-give-a-ble.
The necromancer grimaced again as Charlie’s shoes once again connected with his shins. Damn, the man must have had steel-toes dress shoes when he was alive. Were those even possible? Those things hurt. And for a zombie, Charlie had a helluva kick on him. He was just vaguely glad that his back was turned and Tea couldn’t laughsmirk at his paingrimacelook.
“Don’t touch my papers,” Charlie growled crouchingkneeling whisperrustle to the floor. The idiot would only mess everything up even more than he normally did.
“Haaai…” Well, now what was Zix supposed to do?
