Standing at his balcony, robe, cigarette and some nice scotch. A nice end to an evening.
You don't see anything, READER.
Long drag of his cigarette, looking down below at the city below him.
"Good thing I got here when I did then. . . Granted it wasn't my choice, but still.
Still, do you think you'll be able to outlast everyone here?"
The soldier leaned down to grab the device, offering it to the other.
"Well I'm supposed to make sure people report on suspicious items and dangerous things in the workplace. Was going to fail this place but with you reporting it, that brings the score up."
ββ Completely have gotten bombarded with stuff irl here sorry for the lack of replies!!!