Office Hours, 11/13
Nov. 13th, 2009 08:38 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tyler_goneTyler's office hours today could be divided into three parts.
There was the morning, when he actually did his work and only occasionally glanced over at the Tony-pony napping on his office couch. (He'd told the pony that his hooves would ruin the upholstery. Tony's glare in response somehow managed to communicate he'd pay for it. Also that Tyler was ridiculous and very, very feminine for saying the word "upholstery.")
Then there was the really fun part when he tried to brush the pony and wrangle him out of the office to meet Steve. He got bitten on his thumb. Pony teeth hurt.
Then, in late afternoon, there was the odd feeling of not having a pony in his office anymore ... and sort of missing him.
[Open door, open office.]
There was the morning, when he actually did his work and only occasionally glanced over at the Tony-pony napping on his office couch. (He'd told the pony that his hooves would ruin the upholstery. Tony's glare in response somehow managed to communicate he'd pay for it. Also that Tyler was ridiculous and very, very feminine for saying the word "upholstery.")
Then there was the really fun part when he tried to brush the pony and wrangle him out of the office to meet Steve. He got bitten on his thumb. Pony teeth hurt.
Then, in late afternoon, there was the odd feeling of not having a pony in his office anymore ... and sort of missing him.
[Open door, open office.]
