He perched on the edge of the desk, leaning over to put his scribble on the pages, not even reading them over. He could just've signed all his possessions over to a penguin for all he knew.
"Look, Bolls... I was thinking..." He paused, tapping the pen against the desk. "That maybe, if you wanted, I could drop by your place later, bring some wine or something? ... If you're interested..."
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Date: 2010-06-10 01:31 pm (UTC)"Look, Bolls... I was thinking..." He paused, tapping the pen against the desk. "That maybe, if you wanted, I could drop by your place later, bring some wine or something? ... If you're interested..."