meetings were bad enough on their own, filled half with irrelevant conversations the wouldn’t be put into action. they were a necessary annoyance nonetheless, due to the other half sung found himself fighting and clawing to be heard on. the worst, though, was when the meeting hadn’t even started.
whoever was holding up this meeting room was being terribly rude; they should know well enough that it wasn’t as if other meeting rooms would suddenly be open for use.
originally, he walked around chatting to staff, taking advantage of the amenities, but with time, even the thrill of that dwindled. the only other things he cared to do would be step into a studio, music or dance, but getting sucked into either of those would mean missing the meeting altogether.
and so, sung sat near the room, head against the wall, waiting. that was, until out of the corner of his eye, he could see an unwelcome face. his muscles tightened, his heartbeat sped, and against his better judgement, he begun the carousel again with a, “hi.”
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