running errands and feeling pretty stressed with so many deadlines.
crosses his arms. "You're not the one supposed to deliver 7 billion presents in one night... I don't get the stress." he whines.
frowns at him, "work." He wasn't really going to elaborate on that."
raises an eyebrow, then crosses his arms and leans over, reading it. "Oh, it shouldn't be so hard... You can do it." he coos.