“ you're doing that on purpose, aren't you? ” / for daph!
‘ . . . no! ’ a scoff , and daph can only hope her desktop monitor successfully shields the growing smirk upon her face at the frustration in her partner’s tone. it had started as mindless tap tap tapping of her pen against the desk until she had discovered the eyes of detective ozdil flicking up to lock onto her movements every time the tapping sped up. a halt in her actions , and his attention would return once more to his own screens. and then the tapping would start once more.
‘ i’m not doing anything , oz ’ tone light , melodic , daph stills her hand once more to appear utterly focused on her own computer. waiting , patiently , until he relaxes once more and she can tap away freely again.
