rpg_palace | Lunch Guests [Johnny, Harry]

Harry rubbed the palms of his hands against his eyes, trying to force himself to wake up. Between not sleeping properly and the dreams he couldn't stop from having when he finally did sleep, he was exhausted, frustrated, and having trouble concentrating. It had gotten to the point where he was weighing just what volume of shite he'd have to put up with from Elijah if he started attempting to drink coffee. Sighing, he lowered his hands and tried to focus on the report in front of him. For the thirty-third time.

Johnny paused outside the door, loaded down with a pair of warm paper sacks in one hand and a pillowcase in the other. The sign said "Harry Sinclair" so this was still his office, but the desk inside was empty. He poked his head in and saw another door farther in. He walked over and knocked with one elbow a few times and called, "Harry? You there?"

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