[ —because the only thing stopping him from confirming now is the lazy start to his morning, his need to scrape himself together and ensure that any trace of the road has left him in spirit even if it already has, physically speaking. It will be nice, to get back to work, even if that work is the continued obsessive accounting over this one thing.
He should already be there, once Bastien makes his way. The side that technically belongs to Darras has some clutter and negligence, and his side is—well, normally tidier. Now his desk is papered over with notes, a few old records books he'd taken at some point, along with a pitcher of coffee that mingles bitter with the scent of smoke from a recently lit cigarette, smoldering in a crystal tray just next to it. Marcus is standing, still, as he sorts through it.
More business casual than his usual business formal, no fussery with waistcoats or neckties today. It is too hot, besides, sleeves rolled back, and no heavy iron-edged staff in sight. ]
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[ —because the only thing stopping him from confirming now is the lazy start to his morning, his need to scrape himself together and ensure that any trace of the road has left him in spirit even if it already has, physically speaking. It will be nice, to get back to work, even if that work is the continued obsessive accounting over this one thing.
He should already be there, once Bastien makes his way. The side that technically belongs to Darras has some clutter and negligence, and his side is—well, normally tidier. Now his desk is papered over with notes, a few old records books he'd taken at some point, along with a pitcher of coffee that mingles bitter with the scent of smoke from a recently lit cigarette, smoldering in a crystal tray just next to it. Marcus is standing, still, as he sorts through it.
More business casual than his usual business formal, no fussery with waistcoats or neckties today. It is too hot, besides, sleeves rolled back, and no heavy iron-edged staff in sight. ]