@brainfare.
‘ marion, darling -- ’ jeremy tilts into the office on light feet, the floating cut short only by the temporary worry that flits through him. is he being too familiar? really -- it doesn’t do them any good to let things turn sour, does it? (even if only by subconscious means.) he allows the worry to run through him like a stream, flicks it off the hem of his sleeve when he flips the chair in front of marion’s desk, and sits down across from him (forward but backwards).
‘ your associates are being flighty again. ’








