Office #30, Tuesday

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You know, Atton had almost forgotten what it was like having time off. Now that he did - most of today, in fact - he wasn't sure what to do with himself. So after waking up that morning he'd ambled down to his office and flopped down in his chair.

In which he was now napping. Because a single night's sleep just didn't make up for several consecutive missed single night's sleeps, and because he'd woken up too early this morning off a few fantastic nightmares anyway.

So there was no loud music pouring out of his office today.

Just snoring.

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Atton opened a drawer.

He found a pen.

He tossed the pen at Wash's helmet with uncanny accuracy.

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"Wow. A pen."

Much impressed.

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"It's your own fault for not specifying 'anything'," Atton said, shrugging.

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"And you promised gold stars."

Wash was moderately disappointed at the lack of them.

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"Well, life's just a valley of sadness and disappointment."

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This was true.

"Aren't you a ball of sunshine."

And yes, he appreciated the irony of him being the one to say that.