An anon asked me for more Mr and Mrs Pines POV stuff.
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Mr. Pines stared into the eyes of his reflection as he brushed his teeth. They seemed to glow with a pale gray aura of boredom, a symptom of his current workplace woes as the deadline for his team’s project neared. Spending hours upon hours upon hours staring at the myriad words and symbols of the program’s code to find each and every little error was taking a toll on his psyche and he yearned for some sort of change or distraction. Something to think about other than the endless code.
He heard the bedroom door open and blinked out of his one person staring contest. Spitting out the toothpaste into the sink and washing it away with water, he turned and left the bathroom, eager to find solace in his wife. He would ask her about her day and so find that necessary “other thought” to break the suffocating hold his job held over his mind.
non-suspicious 