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[lorendiel]

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐈𝐑 ; an oxymoron in display - steps are light, mind HEAVY with consumption. - ideas now buzzing, swarms of thoughts formulating in and out : FACTS, opinions, empathic neuron's, work. goodness, what a peculiar taste - what a unique PROFILE that is held within manila folder ( cursive writing could be found scribbled throughout the case files, after all, el camarón que se duerme se lo lleva la corriente. )

she keeps files close to her as she absentmindedly finds her way to one of her favorite SPOTS --- really, with the work that she has just WITNESSED one would be rather forlorn . bella, however . . . .

" 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 ! ! "

beaming, she enters the room as fresh air would. she announces herself with an energetic hand raise - eloquent, musical as if salsa was playing in the background. however, she stops in her tracks.

. . . dios mio ( dear god ) the atmosphere was HEAVY. and he looks. . . well, to put it nicely, he looks like shit.

" will - " her face is serious ; any sign of lighthearted nature has all but dissipated . the heavyness of the folder hits his desk with a muted THUMP. taking a deep breath, bella sighs -

" you look like shit. "

/ @librarywent