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doubleohblonde) wrote2009-09-28 08:48 pm
doubleohblonde) wrote2009-09-28 08:48 pm
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Bond's Office [Monday Morning]
Bond was typing up the last of his notes for this afternoon's class, when he heard a clinking noise coming from one of his drawers. The one where he kept the emergency Scotch. As opposed to the regular Scotch or the emergency vodka.
Warily picking up a letter opener, Bond used a ruler to lever open the drawer. Unfortunately, he wasn't as quite prepared as he thought for the spring-loaded gremlin launching himself at his face, and as he threw up a hand to protect his face, he felt teeth latching into his arm.
[Establishy.]
Warily picking up a letter opener, Bond used a ruler to lever open the drawer. Unfortunately, he wasn't as quite prepared as he thought for the spring-loaded gremlin launching himself at his face, and as he threw up a hand to protect his face, he felt teeth latching into his arm.
[Establishy.]