@Abernathyoffice o3o Abernathy stood in the doorway of the other's medical office. He usually would call the others to his own office. But since he seemed to be close by . He knocked on the door of Sternschnuppe " Mr Sternschnuppe, may I come in?"
Click, click, click, click. Rang like music at a festival in the air of the pale space. Black walls, white desk, white chairs, white floor, trays, paper, ink, quills, glass repair kits, utensils, a black typewriter and shelves littered with books ranging from medical procedures and vessel operation, to distant anomalies. Such as a few on types of tailored wear. A diagram of the human anatomy plastered to the wall behind where he sat at his desk. This organized so neatly yet so jumbled office of his, his sanctuary.Click, click, click, click. His face was screwed to the type writer as his nimble fingers danced along the keys. Then spacing, taking out the freshly typed parchment and sliding the rail to the side to start anew.Until the knock and he sighed,“It is open, Mr. Abernathy.”
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