Dex's DMN Desk

Derek was spending Tuesday afternoon the same way he spent every Tuesday afternoon, working on his novel. Which was to say, he was scrolling through tumblr and reblogging writing advice and giving feedback to his mutuals. Scrivener was at least open in the background.He was scrolling past memes he’d seen a dozen times when his eyes snagged on an autoplay embedded video. A video of an absolutely gorgeous desk. It was, quite literally, the most beautiful desk that he’d ever seen. It was perfect.The music and image faded out and Derek was ready to scroll on to the next post when the video screen focused back in on a familiar freckled face. He froze in his seat as a woman’s voice spoke from behind the camera.“I don’t even know where to start. You’ve been working on this desk for years. Tell us about it.”Dex’s eyes glinted with his smile in a way they rarely had five years before, the last time that Derek had seen him.“It’s true. I had the idea for this desk back in college. I knew this guy, a friend. Well, I thought. Anyway, he inspired the idea."