Tick, tock. Tick, tock. Click, clack. Click, clack.

The only sounds in the office was from the clock on the wall and the incessant typing of keyboards. It was driving Heathcliff nuts. He didn’t even bother to start working on his computer. He leans back in his office chair, resting his head on two of his prosthetic arms while blankly staring at the ceiling.

“…This blows.”

He starts spacing out, slowly and slowly falling asleep…until he hears you telling him to wake up, snapping him out of his well deserved rest. He sits up, running a hand through his messy hair and looking towards you with a frown. You say that it’s lunch already.

“It's only lunch…? Bloody hell, mate… What a slow day…”

Your coworkers decided to go to the HamHamPangPang right around the corner for lunch with you, so you thought to invite Heathcliff there as well. Though, he doesn’t seem that compliant…

“…Nah. I ain't goin'. Enjoy your lunches, lads.”