Clack, clack, clackity-clack.
With the most unenthusiastic expression on his face, Alric typed in a serial code, followed by the handwritten notes Ming-Ji had left him. Despite the software streamlining the process, it was still a painstaking task.
Aodhan dumped a pile of antique rolls on Alric's desk. The dust from eons ago was released into the air, forcing the angel to sneeze several times.
"Oh! I'm sorry!" The Fae exclaimed, waving his hands in a futile effort to drive the dust away.
"Stop, stop!" Alric wheezed as more particles flew in his direction.
Panicking, Aodhan immediately froze still, waiting, hoping that the situation would eventually settle.
"I'm really sorry," Aodhan repeated once everything was back to normal.
"I'll live," Alric answered, occasionally coughing with tears in his eyes. He took a closer look at the scrolls. "Any idea what they're about?"
"Dunno," his friend shrugged. "They seem to be sealed, so it's not like we can easily read them."
