Seymour - a tiny BJD story by QuestingBeastDesigns, literature
Literature
Seymour - a tiny BJD story
A pencil rolled down the desk, clacking along the way. Then it rolled up, and then back down. Seymour leaned back in his chair, flicking the pencil back up his new oak desk, which was shiny from a fresh polish. There was a slight tug at the corner of his lips, although no one would have noticed. He glanced to the stack of file folders to his right, noticed the clicking of the clock behind him, (making a mental note to move it) and then resumed flicking his pencil up his desk.
He never would have imagined being here. Behind a desk, that is. A desk meant he’d be sitting more. An office meant he was the boss of someone. File fold
Seymour - a tiny BJD story by QuestingBeastDesigns, literature
Literature
Seymour - a tiny BJD story
A pencil rolled down the desk, clacking along the way. Then it rolled up, and then back down. Seymour leaned back in his chair, flicking the pencil back up his new oak desk, which was shiny from a fresh polish. There was a slight tug at the corner of his lips, although no one would have noticed. He glanced to the stack of file folders to his right, noticed the clicking of the clock behind him, (making a mental note to move it) and then resumed flicking his pencil up his desk.
He never would have imagined being here. Behind a desk, that is. A desk meant he’d be sitting more. An office meant he was the boss of someone. File fold