Sherman is just awkwardly sitting at one of the tables fiddling with their fingers. They are wearing a heavily damaged bowtie that he took from someone's office.
(@the-crooked-be-back)
“Hey there!”
*Her voice rang out from above where she was moving the upper vent cover to the side and placing it inside of the vent to get it out of the way.*
“Wait just…. Gimme a sec.”
*With a couple more insisted shoves, it finally got out of way so she could hand her upper half out to calculate the best land.*
“Wowie, lookin’ good! Unfortunately there’s nothing that fits me around here.”









