Archive 13: The Owl with Two Tongues

Jesper hovered in the hallway like an anxious buzzard.

‘Elion’s using my desk,’ he hissed at Evelyn.

‘Yes,’ she said. When Jesper was in a snit, it was best to smile and nod and let him get on with it.

‘My desk! with my stuff on! Which he moved,’ he wrung his hands.

‘it was just a mug. A mug that was supporting life, but…’ Jesper looked so het up about it that she patted his shoulder. ‘You can put it back?’

‘I could always use a hand,’ Elion said, more a polite reminder that the walls were thin, than a genuine request.