Click clickety clack
The sounds of claws striking keys filled the room, interspersed now and then with the sounds of sipping, scratching, and restless stretching. Now and then, a sigh broke out from one or the other of the office occupants at their seats. Their forms tended to hunch over their laptops at their desks, before they caught themselves and assumed better posture.
Eventually, the busy sounds from one keyboard faded. The clicks of the mousepad took their place, but infrequently.
A dark head popped up when the change had taken place too long, a set of eyes glowing purple over the back of the iMac lid. His dark leathery wings and buttwings folded tight to fit properly in his ergonomic chair, he loudly moved one after a moment to see if his friend would react.
A purple hand raked through teal plumage and mane, but that was the extent of it. Green-blue eyes stayed intently fixed on the screen in front of her.