[Ah. Reim can handle being made fun of for paper pushing, he's fine with that, but spilling shit all over his desk? Everywhere?
There is a long silence. The very air holds its breath. Then, with a sound somewhat like a balloon deflating, Reim sinks lower and lower in his chair. He's dead, he's dying now.]
Xerxes... [He has no vitality left to panic with, but rest assured, when he reaches up to shove Break's face back over to his goddamn side, the pettiness is there.] Find some way to clean this up, or so help me—!!
[He's scolding from down here in his misery slouch. Clean this up or he'll go tell Barma you smell.]
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There is a long silence. The very air holds its breath. Then, with a sound somewhat like a balloon deflating, Reim sinks lower and lower in his chair. He's dead, he's dying now.]
Xerxes... [He has no vitality left to panic with, but rest assured, when he reaches up to shove Break's face back over to his goddamn side, the pettiness is there.] Find some way to clean this up, or so help me—!!
[He's scolding from down here in his misery slouch. Clean this up or he'll go tell Barma you smell.]