A/N: Don't worry, Togemon - your Percy scene is next! :)
Monica closed the door, turned around and slammed right into the guard she was looking for. She jumped back.
"What the fuck!" he shouted, staggering back. When he met her eyes, he bit his tongue and ran his fingers through his hair, then straightened his hat. "I mean, uh..."
Monica made motions with her lips as if to say his name, but it never came. Percy stared her up and down, slowly.
"What are you wearing?" he asked as politely as he could, flabbergasted.
"My uniform," she said casually, holding back a laugh that was gathering in her throat.
"Your-...?" Percy stared, confused. "What were you doing...?" He pointed to the door of E block.
"Oh, I was just... looking for..." Monica shook her head. The both of them seemed shocked to see each other there... again. She was the first to snap out of it, though. "I was looking for supplies."
"Supplies?" Percy repeated, raising an eyebrow.
"Sure," she said as casually as she could, nodding thoughtfully. "They said I would find glue... here."
"Glue?" Percy repeated faintly. Parroting seemed to be all he was up to doing right now.
"Yeah," she answered. "El-...-mer's."
Suddenly, Percy began to laugh, and not his normal cold sniggering. This was almost an embarrassed titter. Just seeing him smile made Monica grin sheepishly.
"You work here?" he asked, just to make sure.
"B block," she replied. "First day."
He let out a few more laughs before regaining himself. "I gotta get to work, you know?" Percy stated, implying that he needed the door. He said this with only a little of his usual sarcasm. But even as little as that broke the moment.
"Same," Monica sighed, stepping out of the way. She began to head back to her block when Percy called after her.
"Don't-" he started. Monica turned around to see him in front of the closed door. He looked almost everywhere but into her eyes. "Don't, uh... You don't want to be around here anymore. Not right now, anyway," he said, taking off his hat and absentmindedly fixing his hair some more. "The prisoners... you know? They're dangerous here. We wouldn't want anything..." he bit his upper lip lightly before continuing. "Any accidents..."
"I understand," Monica answered quickly. "I won't. I have to get back to my block." So she turned and left it at that. Not looking back, she walked back towards B block, hearing the opening and shutting of the door to E block.
When she finally entered her own familiar work building and sat at her desk, Jerry seemed to be stifling laughter.
"What? What is it?" Monica asked.
"Got lost, did you?" Jerry asked.
"Yeah," Monica replied. "Yes, I did... but I managed."
"I see that you have," he retorted, flipping out a newspaper. Then, he motioned for her to come closer. "You want to see something funny?" he whispered in words barely audible, hidden behind his paper. He made her follow his eyes to Bret. Inglebert was out of his seat and bent over the pages of his book, which was propped on top of his desk. His knuckles were white from grasping his novel so hard, and the look on his face was absolutely hilarious. His eyes were wide, and if you looked close enough, you could see how fast he scanned each page.
"Wallas's newest horror story. Came out yesterday, and the man's almost done with it! Looks like there's tons of suspense..."
"'On the edge of your chair' is not just an expression anymore..." Monica muttered through her teeth. She had to stuff her fist in her mouth to keep from laughing. Jerry spun around in his chair and tried to disguise his laughter as a coughing fit, trying to muffle his guffaws with his newspaper the whole while.
And Bret didn't even notice. He just kept going on faster and faster until... he stopped.
Monica and Jerry watched from behind the newspaper, wondering what had happened.
Bret curled his hand into a fist and let it go, straightening up. He flipped a page back and forth, then threw the book down on his desk. "It's done," he murmured, shaking his head. "I have to wait... a whole 'NOTHER YEAR for the next one..."
"Suspenseful ending?" Jerry suggested. Bret turned to him.
"Hartidgen was kidnapped and the whole place was about to blow in thirty seconds, and... and... the clock ticked one second left, then... then..." Bret took a deep breath and lolled his head around for a few seconds. "Another year! A YEAR!" He closed his eyes for a moment of frustration, which made both Monica and Jerry duck behind the newspaper to hide their laughs.
When Monica came up for air, she smiled sweetly at Bret.
"Nice day, hmmm...?" she said breezily.
"Yeah," Bret sighed. Looking to Monica, he added, "Yep... nice day for a friendly chat..." His eyes flashed towards the window, then back to Monica. She began to blush, then looked utterly horrified. Had she lost her job? But Bret's look said enough; he knew everything, but he wasn't about to fire her. She could tell by the mischievous twinkling in his eyes, so she just went back to blushing.
And boy, was she glad that Jerry, too busy trying to catch his breath from laughing so hard, wasn't paying attention to her. Was. She. Glad.
A/N: Thaaaaat was chapter... six! chapter seven if you're counting from.. umm... never mind. Ech - I WILL continue! Two chapters in one day... I'm on a role! A casse-role! Har har har. This is nowhere NEAR being done! (OH NO!) :) ENJOY!! (Hope you liked Percy's part, Togemon, even writing his first line made me burst out laughing at myself). :) :) :) :)
Monica closed the door, turned around and slammed right into the guard she was looking for. She jumped back.
"What the fuck!" he shouted, staggering back. When he met her eyes, he bit his tongue and ran his fingers through his hair, then straightened his hat. "I mean, uh..."
Monica made motions with her lips as if to say his name, but it never came. Percy stared her up and down, slowly.
"What are you wearing?" he asked as politely as he could, flabbergasted.
"My uniform," she said casually, holding back a laugh that was gathering in her throat.
"Your-...?" Percy stared, confused. "What were you doing...?" He pointed to the door of E block.
"Oh, I was just... looking for..." Monica shook her head. The both of them seemed shocked to see each other there... again. She was the first to snap out of it, though. "I was looking for supplies."
"Supplies?" Percy repeated, raising an eyebrow.
"Sure," she said as casually as she could, nodding thoughtfully. "They said I would find glue... here."
"Glue?" Percy repeated faintly. Parroting seemed to be all he was up to doing right now.
"Yeah," she answered. "El-...-mer's."
Suddenly, Percy began to laugh, and not his normal cold sniggering. This was almost an embarrassed titter. Just seeing him smile made Monica grin sheepishly.
"You work here?" he asked, just to make sure.
"B block," she replied. "First day."
He let out a few more laughs before regaining himself. "I gotta get to work, you know?" Percy stated, implying that he needed the door. He said this with only a little of his usual sarcasm. But even as little as that broke the moment.
"Same," Monica sighed, stepping out of the way. She began to head back to her block when Percy called after her.
"Don't-" he started. Monica turned around to see him in front of the closed door. He looked almost everywhere but into her eyes. "Don't, uh... You don't want to be around here anymore. Not right now, anyway," he said, taking off his hat and absentmindedly fixing his hair some more. "The prisoners... you know? They're dangerous here. We wouldn't want anything..." he bit his upper lip lightly before continuing. "Any accidents..."
"I understand," Monica answered quickly. "I won't. I have to get back to my block." So she turned and left it at that. Not looking back, she walked back towards B block, hearing the opening and shutting of the door to E block.
When she finally entered her own familiar work building and sat at her desk, Jerry seemed to be stifling laughter.
"What? What is it?" Monica asked.
"Got lost, did you?" Jerry asked.
"Yeah," Monica replied. "Yes, I did... but I managed."
"I see that you have," he retorted, flipping out a newspaper. Then, he motioned for her to come closer. "You want to see something funny?" he whispered in words barely audible, hidden behind his paper. He made her follow his eyes to Bret. Inglebert was out of his seat and bent over the pages of his book, which was propped on top of his desk. His knuckles were white from grasping his novel so hard, and the look on his face was absolutely hilarious. His eyes were wide, and if you looked close enough, you could see how fast he scanned each page.
"Wallas's newest horror story. Came out yesterday, and the man's almost done with it! Looks like there's tons of suspense..."
"'On the edge of your chair' is not just an expression anymore..." Monica muttered through her teeth. She had to stuff her fist in her mouth to keep from laughing. Jerry spun around in his chair and tried to disguise his laughter as a coughing fit, trying to muffle his guffaws with his newspaper the whole while.
And Bret didn't even notice. He just kept going on faster and faster until... he stopped.
Monica and Jerry watched from behind the newspaper, wondering what had happened.
Bret curled his hand into a fist and let it go, straightening up. He flipped a page back and forth, then threw the book down on his desk. "It's done," he murmured, shaking his head. "I have to wait... a whole 'NOTHER YEAR for the next one..."
"Suspenseful ending?" Jerry suggested. Bret turned to him.
"Hartidgen was kidnapped and the whole place was about to blow in thirty seconds, and... and... the clock ticked one second left, then... then..." Bret took a deep breath and lolled his head around for a few seconds. "Another year! A YEAR!" He closed his eyes for a moment of frustration, which made both Monica and Jerry duck behind the newspaper to hide their laughs.
When Monica came up for air, she smiled sweetly at Bret.
"Nice day, hmmm...?" she said breezily.
"Yeah," Bret sighed. Looking to Monica, he added, "Yep... nice day for a friendly chat..." His eyes flashed towards the window, then back to Monica. She began to blush, then looked utterly horrified. Had she lost her job? But Bret's look said enough; he knew everything, but he wasn't about to fire her. She could tell by the mischievous twinkling in his eyes, so she just went back to blushing.
And boy, was she glad that Jerry, too busy trying to catch his breath from laughing so hard, wasn't paying attention to her. Was. She. Glad.
A/N: Thaaaaat was chapter... six! chapter seven if you're counting from.. umm... never mind. Ech - I WILL continue! Two chapters in one day... I'm on a role! A casse-role! Har har har. This is nowhere NEAR being done! (OH NO!) :) ENJOY!! (Hope you liked Percy's part, Togemon, even writing his first line made me burst out laughing at myself). :) :) :) :)