Office #30, Tuesday
Jan. 27th, 2015 04:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
The music spilling from Atton's office wasn't quite so loud today, because he needed the relative quiet to do some thinking. No, not rethinking his life or anything like that (he would never, ever do that anywhere people could walk in on him), but thinking about Atris' arrest and what she had said.
Mical had not been very forthcoming about where Visas was and what she was currently doing. In fact, Atton was getting the distinct impression the man wasn't sure. And that bothered him even worse.
Where could she be hiding? If that was what she was doing. She wasn't dead yet, he knew that for sure, but...
Atton dropped his feet on the desk and leaned back in his chair until the front legs came up. He stared up at the ceiling. Where the hell were you, Visas?
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Mical had not been very forthcoming about where Visas was and what she was currently doing. In fact, Atton was getting the distinct impression the man wasn't sure. And that bothered him even worse.
Where could she be hiding? If that was what she was doing. She wasn't dead yet, he knew that for sure, but...
Atton dropped his feet on the desk and leaned back in his chair until the front legs came up. He stared up at the ceiling. Where the hell were you, Visas?
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