📲: No, no it wasn't. Just. Sending him a picture from his desk with a few way too high stacks of papers. 📲: Not even with mine and Sleipnir's overtime it is getting smaller. Just don't have enough free time the last few weeks.

Last in the office this evening... He still has some paperwork to finish. So. He's playing some music.

Lowkey needs his guts rearranged.

Playing on both teams and still losing.

"Hm. I see." Despite his off-putting demeanor he still had the manners to blow the cigarette smoke away from her. Unfortunately for him he's only halfway done with it and doesn't want to finish it later. "And I'm not used to be asked personal questions."

Barnabas stared down at his knees that managed to get covered by slobber. A small sigh as he decides to look back at the man in front of him. Not too bad looking... "It is fine. It's not like it can't be washed out." Though his shoes were the worst victims... and he had them waxed today.

Oh, what the— Lord, he hopes his shoes are fine. He wanted to shoo the dog away but then he heard the other man approaching. Looking at him. Oh, damn. ". . . It's fine."

Finishing some emails on his phone.

The muscles around his eyes tighten. He's looking at her with a slight glare. A bit too curious for his liking. "Quite unusual questions to ask a stranger you didn't even know five minutes ago."

Staring her up and down. "I don't particularly care about that."

Smoking outside his office building...

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