[He looks at her for a while, then lets his gaze wander over the office. It's nice, sure, and spacious for one person, but to always be in here or a room like theirs, and that's all?
As if avoiding her gaze, he returns his attention to her things and turns that liquor bottle a little in its place.]
Whatever this means, to you... I hope it's worth it.
[Maybe Angel shouldn't let strangers touch her stuff anymore, because when Therion leaves, the bottle's label is facing the wrong way.]
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As if avoiding her gaze, he returns his attention to her things and turns that liquor bottle a little in its place.]
Whatever this means, to you... I hope it's worth it.
[Maybe Angel shouldn't let strangers touch her stuff anymore, because when Therion leaves, the bottle's label is facing the wrong way.]