He had lit it and was smoking through the first inch before he really realized it, and he sighed at his awful habit. Guilt was already eating at his stomach, and his hand automatically grabbed a cigar out of his desk drawer. But the man had already left, and he could see him trudging down the hallway through his window.
“This is the third time today… And it’s not even fuckin’ noon.” He pulled his hands from his face, about to apologize to Wally for his outburst. “Chriiiiiiiist….” He didn’t stand up or move when Wally walked in, quickly turning the switch. Sammy deflated in his chair, dragging his hands across his face. “No, no, I got ‘em right here no problem!” He patted his belt, and Sammy could hear the telltale sound of jingling keys. The ginger made a valiant effort to keep his voice steady, even a little put-off at the accusation. “Wallace Franks, I swear on all that is holy, if you lost your keys again, I will throw you into the damn trash myself!!” The music director slammed his pen down on the desk, spinning around to look at the younger man, now cowering in the doorway. Part 1 of False Protagonists Next Work → Stats: Published: Updated: Words: 30769 Chapters: 24/25 Comments: 64 Kudos: 232 Bookmarks: 15 Hits: 3855 Chapter 17/Chapter 5 was inspired by another.I can't really blame Sammy at this rate.
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