he's not even set up yet, but dirk is here to say hi to his shitty boss anyway.
gin glances up from his work, bringing the end of his pen to his mouth to chew on.
“did you say something?” he asks his bodyguard. dirk’s the only one in the (soundproof!) office, but gin could have sworn he heard another voice. an oddly familiar one!
after a few moments of suspicious, narrowed eyes, gin shrugs. “hm! never mind, then. hey, you ever get deja vu —?”















