@florecitx
It was late. In the dark of the night, Roderich sat at his desk, a small lamp illuminating his face and casting shadows along himself and the rest of the room. Realistically, he should have been asleep ages ago, but as of late, he’d been plagued with pounding headaches along with his cough that just refused to go away. So, in an attempt to ignore his discomfort, the musician had chosen to focus on his work for the time being.
But of course, the music simply wasn’t coming to him. He was just too tired. As he stared at his blank notes, brow furrowed, he was surprised and rather frustrated to hear a knock at his office door.
With a long, winded sigh, he called out to whoever it was, but not before covering his mouth with his handkerchief to muffle a small coughing fit. “...Come in. But make it brief.”
