@WARBECKON.
he's on his way out of the office, all the files he needs stashed in his mind & memory, when an impulse crosses his mind. he comes to a stop at the door, his hand still half-reaching out for the knob, & turns his head slightly to call out over his shoulder ——— the name of a something-acquaintance, not-so-much friend. ❛ warbeck, care to come & get some chips with me ? ❜












