ridgebackjuggernaught
Mmng.
*He hasn’t seen you in so long, give him some slack. …Why, is Sheridan looking? Boss Lady shouldn’t see this. It’s embarrassing, but sitting at his table in the middle of tea would be impolite. Nothing in his etiquette manuals said lap-crawling was impolite. It’s kosher, right?*
So this sort of thing was considered acceptable if Sheridan wasn’t around? Look at all that bollocks he just found. Arthur let out an exasperated grunt, shoving uselessly at the massive plane.
“Get off, you great hulking brute! What are you doing?!”






