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“That’s nonsense!”, Malcolm scoffed to the young colleague. “Don’t be so dramatic.”. He started collecting his papers, scattered all over on the floor (thank you, Howie, for bumping into him while he was carrying thousands of pages of methodically stored documentation). Sure, he could have been more careful himself, but they had both collided into each other and they had fallen, Howie couldn’t blame him for hurting his wrist. “Besides, it’s not really my fault, you could look where you are going!”.
Dramatic?! He was one to talk! Howie simply returned the an's remark with a steely glare, cradling his wrist as he pulled himself up. Oh GOd, what a mess... and no doubt Malcolm was going to make him clear them all hp and alphebatise them, too... It was just his luck that he'd been given Malcolm bloody Taylor as a mentor. The man was relentless, and he didn't take blame for things.
"Y... You c0c0culd have k-k-k-kept an eye out you ssself!"
