Jul 19, 2015
He heard the door, turning he saw the black stained eye of his companion. “Fact.” He repeated. “What are you doing in those offices?” His accent had long faded, the need to seem human long since murdered. “You can’t need anything from that office…”
Ah. That was a relatively familiar voice, though he had been blissfully free of it for some time. “It is my office,” he scoffed, closing the door behind him quickly. “Where the Fact Sphere has business is none of yours.”
His optics narrowed a little, focusing on the intruding acquaintance. “You were looking for the Fact Sphere,” he finally stated.