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[ilupig]

[ It's not often that Peony is in a bad mood; it's a rare sight if you happen to catch him in his office today. His desk is strewn with papers and he's leaning both elbows against it. He keeps running his hands through his blonde hair, leaving it tousled and messy, and his expression is drawn.

Peony can't seem concentrate on anything, he's read this particular sentence several times in a row and he's yet to absorb any of it. Distracted and irritable, he sighs and smacks the paper back down onto the desk top, leaning his cheek in his palm. ]