rpg_palace | Orlando/Harry- Papercuts (Reply)

::Orlando... watcha doin'?::

Not much...going through paperwork, getting papercuts, the usual. You?

::Just had a conversation with James... you've got papercuts? That's no good::

::No...what?! What? James?::

::Little bit, yeah. In the pub. How the hell did you two ever have a conversation? He hardly ever says more'n two words at a time.::

::You were talking to James? Wha...okay, why?::

::Well, Christ- okay, I'm not gonna keep talking like this. Can I come to your office?:: Harry finished the last of his beer and stood, heading out the door.

::Yuhuh...how far away are you?::

::Leaving the pub... headed for the lift... so how's your day going? Other'n the paper cuts...::

::Boring. It's late, I haven't got any more paperwork, thank god, because I'm out of bandaids.::

::What is it with you and papercuts anyway? Didn't they teach you to safely handle paper in your school?::

::Yes, but I'm clumsy.::

::Maybe, but you're still pretty.::

Orlando grinned to himself. ::How far away are you now, silly?::

"Leaning against the doorframe, looking at my little one," Harry purred.

Orlando looked up and grinned. "Hello."

"Hey, you," Harry said, walking over to him and giving him a kiss, then flopping down into the chair in front of Orlando's desk. "Show me your battle wounds."

Orlando held out his hands, both of which were slightly pink and had a few bandaids. "I dunno what they made their bloody paper out of! Steel?"

Harry reached forward, kissing his fingers, then leaned back again. "Poor Orlando... were you distracted today? Not paying attentionlike?"

"No, the bloody paper just bit me."

"See- this is why paperwork is evil. And it's why you should have an assistant."

"I can do it on my own." Orlando insisted. "Now, you saw James?"

Harry shrugged, not about to go into the battle on Orlando getting an assistant again. "Yep. Was in the pub, sitting a few tables away. We exchanged a few strange and short sentences, and he left. Told me to tell you hello. Oh, and he got a new job."

"He did?"

"Yep. Said he's managing a medium sized business, something about affiliating, blah blah... so no more Wentworth."

"Okay..."

"Yeah. Did he always have that mark on his head? I don't remember it." Harry asked.

"Huh?" Orlando looked confused.

Harry gestured with his hand. "He has a mark here- a scar, little one. I don't remember it."

Orlando blinked. "Oh, shit." he muttered, mouth dropping open.

"What?" Harry frowned.

"He must've...when I left...."

"Oh," Harry winced. "Hell... you think?"

"Yeah..."

"Christ. Look, it was an accident, on your end anyway. You didn't even know you could do that," Harry assured him.

"That's just..." Orlando shook his head.

"C'mon, Orlando-- try a full sentence," Harry teased gently, standing up and moving around Orlando's desk, shifting Orlando onto his lap. "Listening to James's three word sentences did me in for the day."

"I'm sorry. It's just...weird. He deserved it and all..."

"I wonder why he kept the scar," Harry pondered.

Orlando shook his head again. "I don't care."

"I'm just saying, it had to be deliberate. No one needs to have a scar. People keep them for reason," he pointed out. "Believe me, I know."

Orlando smiled at him. "Don't care about him. Love you."

"Love you too. Fuck him," Harry grinned back, wrapping his arms around Orlando and holding him tightly.

"Ergh, no."

Harry laughed. "Right, forgot. Okay, no fucking of him... go home and I'll eat ice cream out of the carton, and you can eat that green shite?"

"Vegetables?"

"No! That frozen ice-like stuff... not ice cream!"

"Ah, I know what you're on about now." Orlando grinned, kissing him on the nose. "C'mon then."

Harry lifted Orlando off his lap and stood up, leaning in and kissing him softly. "Thank you," he said.

"S'okay. Now, home, where I can get some actual fucking bandaids and snuggle on the couch some."

"Home, bandaids, couch, icecream and green goo. Got it," Harry grinned, gently taking Orlando's hand as the walked towards the door.

Orlando laughed and followed. "Good plan."