As he entered the visiting area, the male had a smirk plastered on his face. Running his hand along the table, he seemed to be relinquishing in the silence and uncomfortable aura of the situation. Hiram Lodge—or maybe even the Lodges in general—seemed to cause chaos and were able to absorb it very well. ‘Archie, how’s life treating you these days.’, his voice spoke, a level of arrogance yet amusement with every word. For him, he enjoyed to see people squirm and this moment took the cake. Quietly, he took a seat across the table from the young male.
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