Author's Notes: Because 1.) Random, unrelated Gippalai drabbles pop into my head, 2.) There's not enough Gippalai, and 3.) I'm able to upload things. Also, these will all have crappy titles, because they're drabbles.
Because I'm currently at my "job", and that got me to thinking…
"hard work"
By: Rosalyn Angel
Gippal stares at the pen as it scratches across the paper. It makes squiggly lines and loop-de-loops in such a precise, graceful manner that the hand holding it could only belong to the Praetor of New Yevon.
"Hey, 'Lai," Gippal says, sitting in the chair before the large desk, his feet propped up unceremoniously. "When are you gonna be done with all that?"
Baralai glances up briefly to frown at the dirty boots near his face. "Please put your feet down, Gippal. These are important documents."
Gippal sighs and swings his legs to hang over the chair's side. He lazily bends back, sitting sideways, with a hand over his forehead. There's an audible crack from his bones. "Sorry. But, seriously, are you almost done?"
"In a minute."
"You were almost done 'in a minute' about an hour ago."
The pen stops scratching. Baralai glances up again, this time tiredly. "I know. I'm sorry. I just need to get this done."
Before the pen can touch the paper again, Gippal lunches forward and shoves his hands over it. Baralai considers stabbing the pen into Gippal's pinky finger.
"Gippal, please."
"Nuh-uh," Gippal says, shaking his head. "That's enough. You work so hard all day. Can't you take a break at night?"
"I can't. I have to work hard for you at night."
Gippal stares, and then throws his head back in a loud laugh. "Touché. Speaking of hard…"
"Gippal!"
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