The cafeteria-style tables in The Legendary's lunch room seem to groan under a spread of paperwork. Mag Flashlight, superhero, tank, devoted husband, sits
at the end of one line of tables, making notes on a clipboard as he pages through the stacks of paperwork before him. Scowling, he pulls the sheet of paper off
the clipboard and crumples it, tossing it absentmindedly over his shoulder, where a lithe green lizard swoops from the ceiling to catch it in her mouth.
Mag turns to the scaled figure, scowl still prevalent, and levels one sausagelike finger. "You're lucky. You're classed as a dependent. Do you
have any idea how much paperwork is involved in legally claiming expenses related to maintenance of a secret identity with the IRS? Especially one with a
secret dependent?"
Gen smirks, settling back on her haunches as she delicately rips shreds off the crumpled paper and gulps them down. Mag drops his hand and sighs.
"You make me envious sometimes, lizard. You really do."
Gen rises, stepping forward to pat Mag on the head, before streaking out of the lunch room towards the dojo. With another sigh, the armored figure turns back
to his tax paperwork.
"No can brain today. Want cheezeburger."
From NGE: Nobody Dies, by Gregg Landsman
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5579457/1/NGE_Nobody_Dies
at the end of one line of tables, making notes on a clipboard as he pages through the stacks of paperwork before him. Scowling, he pulls the sheet of paper off
the clipboard and crumples it, tossing it absentmindedly over his shoulder, where a lithe green lizard swoops from the ceiling to catch it in her mouth.
Mag turns to the scaled figure, scowl still prevalent, and levels one sausagelike finger. "You're lucky. You're classed as a dependent. Do you
have any idea how much paperwork is involved in legally claiming expenses related to maintenance of a secret identity with the IRS? Especially one with a
secret dependent?"
Gen smirks, settling back on her haunches as she delicately rips shreds off the crumpled paper and gulps them down. Mag drops his hand and sighs.
"You make me envious sometimes, lizard. You really do."
Gen rises, stepping forward to pat Mag on the head, before streaking out of the lunch room towards the dojo. With another sigh, the armored figure turns back
to his tax paperwork.
"No can brain today. Want cheezeburger."
From NGE: Nobody Dies, by Gregg Landsman
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5579457/1/NGE_Nobody_Dies