Iceberg sighed his thumb repetitively pressing against the cam of his pen trying to fill the silence as he skimmed over this relatively boring work report. Without Dr. Gears here the office felt under stimulating.

Usually, his boss would provide some sort of...white noise for Julian. The sound of keys, pen against paper, rustling files. However, Gears was gone for the day after reluctantly calling out sick...

and Julian was left with a pile of boring paper work to do (some of which wasn't even his). Alone.

A soft rhythmic tap on the door distracted him from his little pity party. "Come in," He said while putting the report down on the desk before leaning back in his chair. "unless it's Dr. Shaw coming to dump more of his work on me." Julian added with a grumble.