[About a minute after that, there's a pair of hands dropping a windbreaker on your shoulders, plopping a sports cap on your head, then dropping a change of clothes that matches those things to a tee on your lap. This is all promptly followed by one Jessiah Vice flopping down a few inches away from you, followed by his briefcase. Given the way he's dressed, he has probably come from another meeting with his People.]
I don't know about you, but this isn't the kind of weather to go kicking around in a summer kimono in.
[Brb, popping his briefcase open and bringing all of his stuff out. Laptop, phone, cigarettes, ashtray.
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I don't know about you, but this isn't the kind of weather to go kicking around in a summer kimono in.
[Brb, popping his briefcase open and bringing all of his stuff out. Laptop, phone, cigarettes, ashtray.
Is he going to settle down here? For real?]