#chat;brook

[wanderlustxrp]

@chaotictrxuma​

She was going to be late by 45 seconds. Freya had wanted her back in the office with the black coffee in ten minutes. She’d almost made it, almost, if the asshole in the elevator had held it for her she would have been right on time. Brook’s chest tightens as she beelines towards the desk, making sure her hands don’t shake, that the coffee holders are settled just right on both cups, that there are no droplets. Maybe she’ll be lucky and Freya was busy on a call, pre occupied, wouldn’t notice. She tries very hard not to look suspicious as she takes her temporary seat, temporary because it seemed like she only ever had a moment or two to sit between sudden tasks. When she heard movement behind her she turned, trying to be as still and calm as possible. “Miss Beltori, here’s your coffee. Two cups, black, no sugar no cream, hot but not scalding.”

[wanderlustxrp]

@nxthinginside-reallife​

“Bentleeeeey. I brought pizza, come help me before it becomes an upside down doorstep pie!” It could be said that perhaps moving to a strange new town with your older brother was weird enough on its own. Moving there when you were both terrible at adulting and most especially cooking was well...great for the local restaurants. Probably terrible for their wallets. She made decent money as a PA, though her new boss terrified her to such a degree she wondered how long she was going to last. “Hurry hurry, my arms are turning into noodles!”