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100wordsTitle: 'Too Much This'
Fandom: Friends
Rating: G
Notes: Crossposted toemotion100 and drabble_zone
Rachel found Chandler slumped at his desk. His eyes were closed, and he was massaging his temples.
"I thought we were going out to lunch with the gang," she reminded him when he glanced up at her. "Are you okay?"
He leaned back in his desk chair. "I'm sorry; I'm gonna have to take a rain check. There's just too much..." Frazzled, Chandler shook his hands in the air vaguely, then motioned to his computer. "This going on. Could you tell Monica not to go all out making dinner? I think I'm gonna be really late tonight," he regretfully added.
Fandom: Friends
Rating: G
Notes: Crossposted to
emotion100 and drabble_zoneRachel found Chandler slumped at his desk. His eyes were closed, and he was massaging his temples.
"I thought we were going out to lunch with the gang," she reminded him when he glanced up at her. "Are you okay?"
He leaned back in his desk chair. "I'm sorry; I'm gonna have to take a rain check. There's just too much..." Frazzled, Chandler shook his hands in the air vaguely, then motioned to his computer. "This going on. Could you tell Monica not to go all out making dinner? I think I'm gonna be really late tonight," he regretfully added.
