Post by Martin Moss on Dec 5, 2012 17:17:33 GMT -6
(ooc: OKAY! So I said that Martin sort-of overheard what Faith and James were talking about, but I can change that if you guys want, nbd! If it's any consolation to them, he could not possibly care less. Also, if you want Andrew to have his little sis around too, I can have Lacey walk by?)
Martin rolled himself backwards in his chair and came to a screeching halt in front of his friend's office, picking up a small instrument that had gotten away from him. Unlike James and Andrew, Martin did not have his own office, but rather a cramped and overflowing cubicle on the main floor. It might have been because he lacked any real drive for career advancement, or possibly because his supervisors thought it was probably a good idea to keep an eye on his calamitous tendencies. Most likely a combination of the two.
He had been playing around with some little eavesdropping bugs he was developing, tiny spider-like magical instruments that scurried towards sound, and thus kept picking up bits and pieces of conversations and muffled noises from outside of closed doors. He could have sworn he'd heard James and Faith Lehane having a heated debate in which they implied they were siblings, but this information did not phase Martin in the least -- he just assumed this was something he was supposed to know and hadn't paid attention to, like almost everything in his life aside from his few passionate interests.
He peered around from behind Andrew and shrugged at James, inviting himself into the conversation. He got lonely sometimes and didn't want to feel left out. "I dunno, man. She hasn't beaten my kidneys to a pulp or shoved my head in a toilet or stepped on my glasses or spellotaped me to a Quidditch pole -- pole, is that the right word? -- which puts her a notch above any bullies I've encountered in my time."
Martin rolled himself backwards in his chair and came to a screeching halt in front of his friend's office, picking up a small instrument that had gotten away from him. Unlike James and Andrew, Martin did not have his own office, but rather a cramped and overflowing cubicle on the main floor. It might have been because he lacked any real drive for career advancement, or possibly because his supervisors thought it was probably a good idea to keep an eye on his calamitous tendencies. Most likely a combination of the two.
He had been playing around with some little eavesdropping bugs he was developing, tiny spider-like magical instruments that scurried towards sound, and thus kept picking up bits and pieces of conversations and muffled noises from outside of closed doors. He could have sworn he'd heard James and Faith Lehane having a heated debate in which they implied they were siblings, but this information did not phase Martin in the least -- he just assumed this was something he was supposed to know and hadn't paid attention to, like almost everything in his life aside from his few passionate interests.
He peered around from behind Andrew and shrugged at James, inviting himself into the conversation. He got lonely sometimes and didn't want to feel left out. "I dunno, man. She hasn't beaten my kidneys to a pulp or shoved my head in a toilet or stepped on my glasses or spellotaped me to a Quidditch pole -- pole, is that the right word? -- which puts her a notch above any bullies I've encountered in my time."