You're making me want to corrupt Powerpoint! Stop it! *g*
"Hey," said Fandom, deceptively casual, leaning against the doorway of Powerpoint's office. "Do you have a minute? Think you could help me out with something?"
Powerpoint looked up from its monthly sales figures slides and smiled wholesomely. "Sure. What do you need?"
Fandom cracked its neck and smiled, showing its teeth. "It's not a big deal -- I was just wondering if you could help me with a little porny exposition."
"Ah." Powerpoint's cheeks went red and it looked away, nervously. "Um, I-I-I don't know. I-- Maybe you should ask s-someone with more experience? I mean, I've n-never--" It stuttered to a halt.
Fandom took a step closer, noting the sheen of sweat on Powerpoint's upper lip. "Never?" it asked, softly.
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You're making me want to corrupt Powerpoint! Stop it! *g*
"Hey," said Fandom, deceptively casual, leaning against the doorway of Powerpoint's office. "Do you have a minute? Think you could help me out with something?"
Powerpoint looked up from its monthly sales figures slides and smiled wholesomely. "Sure. What do you need?"
Fandom cracked its neck and smiled, showing its teeth. "It's not a big deal -- I was just wondering if you could help me with a little porny exposition."
"Ah." Powerpoint's cheeks went red and it looked away, nervously. "Um, I-I-I don't know. I-- Maybe you should ask s-someone with more experience? I mean, I've n-never--" It stuttered to a halt.
Fandom took a step closer, noting the sheen of sweat on Powerpoint's upper lip. "Never?" it asked, softly.