( digits tap on his desk, cigarette slowly burning away between index and middle finger. . .he was frustrated with this whole escape attempt amelia was trying to do. . )
โ one. .for thallium poisoning โ โs why iโm so pale โ
the words almost seemed to flow from the directors lips with no resistance whatsoever. .asking him questions while he was drunk was the worst thing to do
concentrating on his work โ looking up every once in a while
โ yes? โ
โ iโm glad youโre here. . โ
another mutter, his smile growing when he saw her action โ he could sit there and talk to her all day as they were. .but they both had very important work to do
even so he continued to drink, his head
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a small laugh escaped the director at the uncontrollable sound that escaped her โ reaching to take the bottle back โ even with how drunk he was he hadnโt had enough yet
โ you do. . โ
โ
โ โ his praise is typically saved for his lambsโ she isnโt used to it.
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โ โ โmm. i donโt feel i do. i . . . ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ my job. i love murkoff . . . โm blessed every day, waking up, coming here, working for you,โ
โ
โ โ a small drunk hic escapes her, surprising herself.
โ
โ we all need to relax sometimes โ otherwise all the stress builds up โ
resting his head back against his chair โ a sigh
โ you always work ๐ด๐ฐ hard โ
words become slurred again, struggling to form sentences
โ be thankful you are seeing it again. . โ
eyes lock onto her for a brief moment โ it was nice to see her unwind for a change too
โ thank you for giving me company โ
โ we all deserve a break. .i just tend to refuse them more frequently than most people โ
a small smile at the laugh โ what he would have felt when he was sober he didnโt feel when he was drunk. .





