[We don't talk about being late. We don't talk about fight club--or at least they definitely would make a point not to if Bryn had ever seen the movie. Or any movie.]
Alright, so we don't talk about being late. What do we talk about instead?
[The office looks...somewhat office-y. It's a decently sized room. There's a desk off in one corner near a wide window, currently covered by thick curtains. The desk has more than a few papers strewn over it, a tall chair behind it, and two in front.
However the office also seems to double as living space, of sorts. There's a wide comfortable couch closer to the entrance, a couple of matching cabinets on opposite walls, and a little coffee table with what seems to be a couple dirty dishes.
Oh. And there's also a giant, pony-sized lynx-golem of white marble curled up on a giant cat bed against the wall across from the couch. It looks up at Bryn as they enter, and its ear flicks as it watches Bro enter after her.]
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Alright, so we don't talk about being late. What do we talk about instead?
[The office looks...somewhat office-y. It's a decently sized room. There's a desk off in one corner near a wide window, currently covered by thick curtains. The desk has more than a few papers strewn over it, a tall chair behind it, and two in front.
However the office also seems to double as living space, of sorts. There's a wide comfortable couch closer to the entrance, a couple of matching cabinets on opposite walls, and a little coffee table with what seems to be a couple dirty dishes.
Oh. And there's also a giant, pony-sized lynx-golem of white marble curled up on a giant cat bed against the wall across from the couch. It looks up at Bryn as they enter, and its ear flicks as it watches Bro enter after her.]