overworked and under-informed

wise old owl

𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖗 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗

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sapnap switches from one of his spreadsheets back to his emails, scrolling up to the top to work out what he just received. his room is silent, so the ping that had sounded through the quiet made him startle slightly.

opening the email, he quickly skims over it. his eyes are starting to burn from the blue light so, when he sees that it is conformation for a meeting he made with an app designer, he takes it as an excuse to step away from his monitor, if only for a few minutes.

he makes his way out of his dark room, distantly noticing that the sun has set and wondering what time it is as he heads down the hallway towards sam's bedroom.

he pauses outside, leaning in close to the door and trying to listen for any sounds. considering ponk basically lives here and the couple are... well, it's just better to be safe than sorry when spontaneously entering rooms.

he hears nothing of suspicion, but knocks anyway. "come in," sam calls, and sapnap hesitates just a split second longer before pushing open the door and looking inside.

surprisingly, ponk isn't even in the room. instead, sapnap is met with the sight of sam sprawled out in his bed, with his eyes closed and slow, relaxing music humming quietly out of the phone by his head, resting against the same pillow. the brunette crunches his neck up to look over at sapnap, offering him a smile before he relaxes back again. "everything okay?" he asks.

"yeah, the app designer got back to me, clear your calendar for next thursday."

sam hisses in a breath. "sorry man, no can do."

sapnap allows himself to scowl, since the brunette isn't in a position to see his expression. "why not?" he asks, "it's an important meeting and you're needed just as much as me or dream."

"i'm going out with ponk," sam excuses, seemingly unbothered by sapnap's arguments.

"you go out with ponk literally every day, i'm sure they won't mind if you make them wait for a few hours to go to an important meeting," sapnap emphasises. "you know full well that you have the best aesthetic understanding out of all of us."

sam sighs, moving to switch his music off as he shifts to sit up. "you're both fully capable of choosing which colours look good together and the fonts that are easiest to read. plus, app design isn't just about aesthetics, you have to consider accessibility for visually impaired or colourblind people and stuff like that."

"this is exactly what i mean," sapnap says, throwing his hands up. "i never would've even considered that, sam."

"that's why we have a meeting with an app designer. it's his job to help us make decisions about the app design, you don't need me there getting in the way of a literal professional. i don't know anything that he won't," he shrugs.

"it's not just about that, though," sapnap argues, feeling himself get defensive. he doesn't know why, but his patience has been sparse recently. "it's about showing up to important meetings about a company that you own a third of. you can't put off big stuff to hang out with your boyfriend!"