Post by Lupus on Jun 30, 2008 1:36:48 GMT -5
Lupus smacked his head against the table over and over and over again, he looked at the fading light bulb in horror he was only halfway through Dante's accounting. Lupus was struggling to come to terms with the disarray of the documents, how could one person be so sloppy with their business accounts? Well he wasn't known as the best accountant for nothing, he'd had over sixty years of experience so it would only be right if he was the best. "Ugh..." he fumbled through one of his pockets and found some melted cheese "What the hell? How the fuck did that get in there?" He flicked his wrist sending the cheese vaulting across the room.
He shivered to think what his mother would do if she saw this place, probably have another heart attack Dante needed someone to clean for him otherwise Lupus wouldn't do him a favor and do the accounts again.
He needed a break, he'd heard there was a good pizza place around here and could see evidence of it scattered around the store and squished in his pocket. Lupus leaned back in the chair, probably a bit to far he was reaching for a pizza box. The wheels slipped on the floorboards sending him speeding into the floor "Ouch..." the door opened he flopped up onto the desk "Sorry we're closed."
Yet the person delved deeper into the store and placed a letter on the desk before she left absently "What the fuck?" Lupus dusted himself off and grabbed the pizza box and dialed the number.
Lupus paced as he waited for someone to pick up, he glanced down at the letter it had upon it his name written in blood he now dropped his phone last time he received a letter like this he was transported into the 1960's although that wasn't that bad, hippy free love. He tentatively sliced the top open with a claw he removed the bloodied paper and etched in the gore was just a name, his father's.
He picked the chair up and thought about it for a moment before his phone beeped the tune for a text message "I h8 u!" yet another unusual message he didn't even know who this was he replied "Go die!" he smiled lovely talk for an angel.
Lupus wrote a note to Dante "Finish accounts tomorrow, got other 'business' to attend to later mate." he grabbed his coat and made for the door.
He shivered to think what his mother would do if she saw this place, probably have another heart attack Dante needed someone to clean for him otherwise Lupus wouldn't do him a favor and do the accounts again.
He needed a break, he'd heard there was a good pizza place around here and could see evidence of it scattered around the store and squished in his pocket. Lupus leaned back in the chair, probably a bit to far he was reaching for a pizza box. The wheels slipped on the floorboards sending him speeding into the floor "Ouch..." the door opened he flopped up onto the desk "Sorry we're closed."
Yet the person delved deeper into the store and placed a letter on the desk before she left absently "What the fuck?" Lupus dusted himself off and grabbed the pizza box and dialed the number.
Lupus paced as he waited for someone to pick up, he glanced down at the letter it had upon it his name written in blood he now dropped his phone last time he received a letter like this he was transported into the 1960's although that wasn't that bad, hippy free love. He tentatively sliced the top open with a claw he removed the bloodied paper and etched in the gore was just a name, his father's.
He picked the chair up and thought about it for a moment before his phone beeped the tune for a text message "I h8 u!" yet another unusual message he didn't even know who this was he replied "Go die!" he smiled lovely talk for an angel.
Lupus wrote a note to Dante "Finish accounts tomorrow, got other 'business' to attend to later mate." he grabbed his coat and made for the door.