finn
it always feels more quiet in the dark
"Yes, I understand," Finn murmurs, because who else would she be? Clicking the door shut behind her and turning to face the office that suddenly doesn't feel anything like his space, he clears his throat and remains lingering against the doorway whilst she goes to investigate the desk. "That's correct, yes," he says, where someone else might have interjected with a call me Finn or a sir is fine. He's Mr. Rosencrantz, and probably will be forever now.
"The... files are over there." He nods across at the wall. "They are locked, but there is a set of keys in your desk drawer. I have a case, so I will... not be here." And you will be goes unsaid. "Is there anything else you require?"
"The... files are over there." He nods across at the wall. "They are locked, but there is a set of keys in your desk drawer. I have a case, so I will... not be here." And you will be goes unsaid. "Is there anything else you require?"
it always feels so stark
