brennan x sona
@tcthestarswhclisten
Practically speed walking down the hall, Brennan looked down at the old watch on his wrist and picked up pace once more. He stopped in front of a door, glancing at the aged sign ‘Bainbridge School of Archaeology’. He jiggled with the doorknob before throwing the door open, “ Jesus Son, ” he began, dropping his bag onto the old couch by the door, “ the universe gave me every single bloody red light. Plus I got a call from the little one’s school half way here that she forgot her lunchbox so it was right back home. ” Brennan explained; despite the fact he had lived in England for over a decade, his Scottish was still loud and proud.
He moved towards his desk, which was really two desks pushed together to from a mega desk. Despite the extra space, it still remained cluttered with stacks of books and papers, yet Brennan knew where everything was. “ Anyways, how has this morning been treating you? ” He asked, finally looking up towards his colleague as he took his seat.