IC SUGGESTION BOX MEME

[hardknoxlife]

ATTN: In order to improve the quality of life and productivity of its employees, the Board would like to gather your suggestions. Please fill out one of the slips provided. Anonymity is encouraged.

1. Copy the form from the textbox.
2. Fill in and submit.
3. React to other suggestions.
4. Feel free to write in someone else's name. Or use another name. Or don't put in a name at all. No one's looking and no one will ever know. Go wild.

THE FORM:
<b>Name:</b> <b>Suggestions:</b>

Comments

[hardknoxlife]

But the ventilation's nice! Specially on a hot day. S'that some sort position perk?

[ He's just messing with you now. ]

[untodeath]

Of course it is, Mr. Spears' workplace is Business Only! One must have to wiggle their way onto his to-do list before catching some air on his desk~

[ Just coyly wrapping some red hair around his finger. ]

[diehardreaper]

S'that right? And you're on that list then?

[ Is he teasing? Is he taunting? We'll never know. ]

[untodeath]

Ah~ [ A whimsical exhale follows, as Grell cups a hand to his cheek. ] A girl can dream...

[ Pausing with a finger raised in point then, he showily blinks out of that while sitting upward. ] But there are exceptions to the rules for senior residents, you see.

[ No, there really aren't. ]

[diehardreaper]

[ And have a teasing grin back. ]

M'sure they make exceptions for seniors when it comes to preferred seating.

[ ...everyone get in the bomb shelter. ]

[untodeath]

[ Are you tilting back your chair, Ronald? Because Grell's going to oh-so-casually kick up a foot from across the way, to throw your seat rearward. ]

[diehardreaper]

[ And said foot makes contact with said chair. With a sudden outburst of "What the--", his final word muffled by the impact and the sound of said chair falling backward before he finally pulls himself up with a pout. ]

You've got to admit... you left yourself wide open with that, sir.

[untodeath]

[ hehehe victory ]

Miss. And that makes you no less deserving.

[hardknoxlife]

[ He's just gonna right his chair, turning it instead to straddle the back and rest his arms on the headrest... you know. For safety purposes. ]

What happened to extra points for creativity, eh?

[death_glare]

Stop it, Knox. If I want you in my office, I will ask you there.

In the mean time, open a window if you're hot.

[diehardreaper]

[ There's a well meaning sigh there and a chuckle as he shoves his hands in his pockets. ]

Fine, fine... I'll open a window. You wouldn't mind me rolling up my sleeves from time to time though?

[death_glare]

That's fine. As long as you don't look completely disheveled.

[diehardreaper]

I'll make sure to look decent even with the sleeves up.

[ Can you say fanservice? ]

[death_glare]

Perhaps I can get approval from Upper Management to bring in some fans.


[ That's what you meant by fanservice, right? ]

[diehardreaper]

Prolly during summer... that'll be best. Think we should put in a suggestion for that then?

[ That kind of fan service would be best with giant palm leaves and scantily clad girls, in his fair opinion. ]

[death_glare]

If you feel you must. Or I can simply bring it up in the next meeting.

[ No, Ron. Just no. ]

[diehardreaper]

S'what this is for, after all.

[ And using the slip to fan himself before grinning. ]

Should I sign your name?

[death_glare]

You are the one with the issue. Use your own name.

[diehardreaper]

Right-o!

[ And he'll get right on that. ]

Course, not everyone gets a fancy office with proper ventilation...

[death_glare]

So do your work properly and on time. I wasn't just handed this position out of luck.

[diehardreaper]

Right, right. And I've just got here.

[ Meanwhile, he'll keep on doing what he does if the table is unoccupied. ]

[death_glare]

Precisely.

Still, I will look into getting the problem resolved. If it's distracting you from your work, then we should remedy it as soon as possible.

[hardknoxlife]

[ Ah, that's a good sign. ]

You know despite what they say about you, sir... you're alright!

[death_glare]

...

And exactly what have people been saying about me?