he doesn’t seem to be motivated, in terms of completing the assigned work load. at the very least, he had ceased his incessant conversation, allowing her to rest for– - … or not.
“…WHAT?”
damn her, && damn seifer for believing that rejoining the Garden would be a beneficial course of action. her tone is flat, completely void of inflection; she finds no joy [&& hope to find no joy ] in his answer.
❛ you say, con-grat-ulations! ——heh. pretty good, huh? ❜
IT’S REALLY THE best he can do off the top of his head, and while it could’ve been worse — could have started with ‘ a cactuar, behemoth, and t-rexaur walk into a bar ‘ — his inbox is devoid of their long-awaited file, so the humor can’t be helped. something’s got to pass the time, to eat up the silence. simper still fixed, he clears his throat, tapping out a quick sos in the body of a new e-mail. sends.
