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[judgemewhole]

WHO: James Norrington and anyone who cannot stand watching him doing boring things.
WHAT: James. Doing really boring things.
WHEN: First week of Justinian
WHERE: The Gallows
NOTES: Boring

There are few things more boring than watching paint dry. James Norrington happens to be doing one of them, and it is called 'doing inventory'. No, he is not moving around, counting things, making sure all weapons and armor are accounted for. He is sitting at his new make-shift desk, painstakingly writing out numbers, and compiling costs on a separate ledger. The day is warm, Interceptor is asleep by his side, and James is just slowly, and methodically, putting in amounts of equipment and calculating cost. One line at a time. Minutes crawl past and he ... stretches, then goes back to work.

It is mind-numblingly boring to watch him.

Quill scratching on parchment. Parchment shifting. Man intent on his figures. Nothing more. No dragon attacks. No sudden exclamations of protest or fireballs or anything. Just ... accounting. Every day, normal accounting.

Comments

[judgemewhole]

He looked over at Jim, before he solemnly nods in agreement. "You are not wrong. Focusing on one area and then fixing that? Instead of trying to run about and fix a hundred different fires at once? Will be more effective -- and better for Thedas."

A quiet smile in turn. "You are quite good at the ... pepping."

[universal_charm]

He laughed softly. "Why thank you. I do try and use my powers for good though, I promise."

[judgemewhole]

"I don't think you even have evil powers, Jim." Was James's tart, but warm answer, "I would not trust you with Sam if you did."

[universal_charm]

"Ah, but you are saying you trust me with him," he grinned broadly. "I almost worried you'd call me a corrupting influence."

[judgemewhole]

"Jim. I have known Sam for the better part of ten years. I consider him a younger brother." James's expression is completely deadpan. "You should really be more worried about Him corrupting You."

[universal_charm]

He just blinked at the other for a time and then snorted with a laugh. "I'll have to tell that to Sam. I think he might think otherwise."

[judgemewhole]

"Oh, he might. But I know how. He corrupts by being adorable and winsome." James tapped his nose faintly. "Clear sign of a sneaky bugger."

[universal_charm]

"You make him out to be an evil mastermind," he snorted, his mouth twitching as he tried to image Samouel as any sort of evil being. No, he simply couldn't. He was to sweet and full of sunshine. The memories of him with the kittens rather ruined it all.

[judgemewhole]

"...Well I wouldn't go that far. Possibly a very sneaky thirteen year old." James stated simply, although he had never known Sam at that age. Still, mischievous? Always.

[universal_charm]

"Okay, if there is one thing I don't need to be thinking of Sam of, it's a young teen," he wrinkled his nose. No, thank you, he liked his man nice and full grown with that beautiful rear.

[judgemewhole]

"...You realize you have just opened up an entirely new avenue for me to torture you with, yes?" James arched an eyebrow at the other man, as Interceptor barked in what almost sounded like a doggy laugh.