Jonah, face mask on, and wrapped up in a winter coat, walks into the office. "Good afternoon, Elias." (It's something of an audible effort to use a first name for someone he's barely spoken with.) "It's Jonah Elliott, if you recall, we spoke recently...? Forgive the face mask, it's that time of year, and everyone's rather sniffly, I'd rather not give anyone anything."
Indeed, he's not lying; he does sound rather snotty. Not necessarily ill, but certainly a little bit under the weather.
@jonah-m-elliott
(*I don't expect anyone to match my style of face-to-face rp, I just am very literate by default and find prose very fun. And I sent a second ask for it just because I don't have a habit of mixing the two in the same thread.)
-Elias was sitting at his desk, sorting through papers. There was a large painting of Jonah Magnus that sat on the wall behind him.
Elias set the papers to the side and clasped his hands together-
“Good evening, Jonah. Interesting name.
I don’t mind in the slightest.
Go ahead and take a seat.”
-Elias gestured to the rather luxurious looking chair across from him. It was clearly designed for style as opposed to comfort.-
