Work Text:
- - koolKid123 [KK] began pestering pipeFan413 [PF] - -
KK: c'mon egbert
KK: you can't possibly expect me to believe that all you do is in a cubicle doing business-y shit all day
KK: why don't you send me what you're REALLY doing on that computer? *waggles eyebrows suggestively*
James stared at his PDA, an exasperated sigh escaping his lips. He can't possibly be suggesting -- no, wait. Yes he can. This is Broderick after all.
PF: Didn't I tell you to call me James?
KK: not until you call me bro
PF: You're being childish.
KK: and you're gettin off topic
KK: now send me a link or somethin
PF: Fine, fine, I'll send you a link.
PF: Give me a moment.
KK: sweet
PF: [link]
Bro clicked on the link eagerly and waited for the page to load, tapping his fingers impatiently as he waited for it to load. Instead of the webpage he expected, a warning came up.
"This website has mature content and is not suitable for blah blah blah.." Bro mumbled as he skimmed the warning, clicking past it.
Ads for ties and Jos. A. Bank flashed in Bro's face from the sidebars, flowcharts and stocks and spreadsheet files blinked up and onto the screen. Bro stared in confusion . This was not what he expected at all
KK: what the fuck?!
PF: You wanted to see what I do all day so I showed you. (hehehe)
KK: oh fuck you
PF: Hmm, maybe later. I'm still at work you know.
- - [PF] ceased pestering [KK] - -
James put his PDA away with a chuckle, not bothering to see the other's response, and went back to work. Broderick was so fun to prank, even though their distance made it difficult.