When agents idle, they tend to do many things. Some cause chaos at HQ (those are never left to idle again), some spend time with friends-
CRASH!
And some, well, some do that.
David Null flinched, dropping the guitar pick in the process. He sighed, then took off the guitar to pick it up again.
CRASH! Thud!
"I found it!" K called out. He wandered out of the second cabinet, holding a cheap, fuvggy plastic recorder as if it was some trophy. "I finally found it!"
"Oh?" David said. "And why did you want to find a fuvggy instrument?"
"Oh, don't be like that!" K said. "It was mentioned in a Shakespeare play, wasn't it? I thought you like these things!"
"Well," David replied, "when you have three children, two of them go through music class and host a recorder concert, and one of them was given a recorder as a birthday gift and wouldn't stop playing it..." He sighed and sat back down. "Well, I had thought they got a puppy without me knowing." He put the guitar back onto his lap, positioned the shoulder strap, and began casually playing a Sue-killing song.
"What play was it mentioned in?" K asked. He sat down on what was Matt's bed.
"Hamlet," David said. "I think I could remember the exact lines if you wanted to know them." He paused in his playing and looked at K.
"No thanks," K replied. "I don't want Flowers sending us to a Hamlet mission. I'm afraid you'd be too nitpicky."
"It shpxing Hamlet," David said. He went back to playing the guitar. "Of course I'd be too nitpicky."
"But you don't really need to be," K replied. "You-"
A paper fluttered in from under the door and tapped David's shoe. Dabid paused in his playing to pick it up and hand it over to K.
"Mail for you, probably," David said. He started playing again.
"Huh," K said. "Looks like the PPC is forming an orchestra."
"Well, I can barely stand being lead by other people," David replied. "But continue."
"It's completely voluntary-"
"Since when is anything here voluntary?"
"No pay increases-"
"This is the shpxing PPC, of course there wouldn't be pay!"
"And they're looking for pretty much anyone with any talent in musical playing," K finished.
"So not you," David replied. K rolled up the paper and playfully smack him on the shoulder. "I'm kidding! Maybe."
"I know how to read musical sheets," K said.
"You're lying," David replied. He stopped playing for a moment to look at K. "Right?"
"Well, I'm pretty sure no one is looking for a recorder player," K said, shrugging.
"Wait a minute," David said. "You know how to play an instrument?"
"Required lessons in the recorder when I was younger," K replied.
David put down the guitar. "From what I heard, the recorder isn't much different than the flute," he said. "Why don't we go find one? There has to be a spare one floating around in this shpxing place."
"Really?" K asked. "You mean it?"
"Well," David replied. "I don't think there's any harm, besides maybe my shpxing ears, if we get you a flute."
K sighed. "You're against the idea."
"No," David replied. "I'm against the idea of me playing. Let's go find you a shpxing flute."
Will David Null be forced to play anyways? Or will K be able to play the flute? Maybe we'll find out!
(Also, I know all flutes =/= recorders, but recorders are a type of flute, I think, and I was told that a flute was a more complicated recorder, so that's why there's a comparison.)
-kA, who is tired.
(Edit: a letter)