Ic: Opril continued to hug the slig, laying his head against him. "Um... this might not be the best way to meet the boss." Flad said. Opril pulled away, rubbing a tear off:
that was rolling down the ceek of his blind eye. "Uh.. yeah sure, I understand if your disgusted by me." Folding all four of his arms and leaning against the wall near the door to the Executive's Office. (Why's he taking so long?.. We've been here for ages.)
Opril thought to himself, while adjusting the lens on his thermal lens out of being bored.
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