Days 92 – 98 of the experiment.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m not sure what you mean,” Tarvek said without looking up from the paper.
“You know exactly what I mean–you’re done with your work.”
Gil wanted to throttle him. “I didn’t ask for your help.”
Tarvek took another paper that Gil snatched away from him, tearing it nearly in half. “Let me rephrase that in a way your small brain will understand–I don’t want your help.
Taking another sheet, Tarvek snorted. “You don’t want it, but you definitely need it if you plan to eat any time today.”
Gil growled–hating Tarvek even more for being right. “Now all of a sudden you care about my well-being,” he said as he quickly translated–ironically–a page of lunch menus.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You know exactly what it means,” Gil spat, slamming the finished page onto his pile.
“I really don’t.” Read more…