Happy Life
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Deep in thought about all these points, Derevianus stands for a while, rubbing the spot on his chin where he was hit. Several thoughts cross his bruised head, each of which increases the degree of his frown more and more, until his eyebrows almost meet on the bridge of his nose.
He surveys the office, then picks up the report from the table and puts it back in his inside pocket. Making sure he has left everything as it was – if, of course, we don't count the goddamn hole in the wall – he leaves with a sour expression, closing the door behind him.
With a glare that could destroy lower life forms, he stomps off to the perverse festival, carefully looking for any violations and noting the presence of his colleagues at their posts.
He surveys the office, then picks up the report from the table and puts it back in his inside pocket. Making sure he has left everything as it was – if, of course, we don't count the goddamn hole in the wall – he leaves with a sour expression, closing the door behind him.
With a glare that could destroy lower life forms, he stomps off to the perverse festival, carefully looking for any violations and noting the presence of his colleagues at their posts.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
