#agothicstarter

"Is it just me or this place a bit too quiet for everyone else's liking?"

"Composing is hard, dammit."

As John as expected, Nate got the job. It wasn't the most glamorous job, but it seemed like something good for an entry level position. John assumed Nate had never really had a job aside from preaching. He figured it was better than having him work somewhere like McDonald's. Even in the short amount of time John had known Nate, he'd come to the realization that his friend was rather clumsy. He always managed to break something, mainly bottles. When Nate had arrived that morning, John couldn't help but laugh. It was obvious he was trying to make a good impression, tie and everything. John guessed the tie was Roderick's, since Nate didn't seem the type to own one. The morning had gone smoothly. John had met with a few potential buyers, and Nate seemed to be adjusting well enough. During break, John went to grab a cup of coffee. As he filled his cup, he heard protests coming from the copy room. Brow furrowed, he peeked inside, nearly dropping the cup. Inside, there were papers littering the floor around the copier. More were still shooting out. John walked into the room, mouth agape. "Dude, what are you doing?"