Vouching For Direction /./ [Tryons]
@aquata-the-champ
"Hey, Q!” Simba cheered when Aquata appeared in the doorway of the Board room. He caught the edge of his desk with his hand from where he’d been clearly spinning around in his chair, bored and idle.
Now someone was here to chat with! Brilliant. As much as Simba liked being on the Board, these hours could be so freakin’ boring sometimes. Not to mention that when people did come in recently, it was only to yell at him about not having the safe houses finished. As if that was his fault! It was a long, delicate process that included talking with insurance companies (would wards void the insurance?) and other annoying bureaucratic red tape. He was annoyed with it too! It wasn’t like they were the only ones.
But, eh, after five years on the Board, he was used to it. Unfortunately.
“How’s it goin’? You ready for your fundraiser? Want a crisp?” he held out the bag of salt and vinegar crisps he was holding.
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