the bag is placed on the table, the sudden exhort of force creating a JARRING noise. shoulders SLOUCH slightly as he lets out a few harsh exhales from his nostrils. a hand goes up, wiping off the blood from his busted lip. ❛ i’m back. ❜ he announces as if the other noises he’s made haven’t made that clear. he reaches into the bag to take out a few beers and some coffee grounds. he grabs the grounds and heads over to the coffee maker. he hasn’t even had his COFFEE and yet the day has been hellish already. sounds about right, doesn’t it? there's no COMPLAINING, however. he knows he needs to get back to work.
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