#the sociable lunch

[detective-fez]

@artquar1um

Fez stumbled over himself, skipping down the hall care-free and lively for once in his middle aged depression with his lunchbox gripped firmly in his hand. Usually, he’d be nervous interacting socially, but this time he was meeting with someone who didn’t judge his usual awkwardness for once. The Skullship was red and ominous as always. Tacky, he thought. After getting lost in the endless corridors he finally arrived at the door of William’s office. Being late was almost an everyday occurrence, but this time he felt bad for it. With a trembling fist he knocked on the door, then allowed himself inside without thinking or waiting for William’s answer.

“Hello—o.” He called, scanning the office for his friend.