Good morning, Control
Today the order is a Bar with one head of the British Intelligence.
For this, you will need one head of the British Intelligence. Luckily, Control is perfectly willing to take that place and has done so already, back straight in a proper posture with his hands clasped in front of him as he smiled at an ostensibly interesting piece of wall. He hasn't been around very much lately, as his mun is a lazy, procrastinating waste of space things up in the office have been a little off, but he's now lovingly free to communicate with anyone.
He is dressed in his usual shirt, vest, and tie feature along with his usual perpetual smile feature. His right arm is wrapped up in a sling, but if it was broken, Control seemed not to notice. Except when he tried to pick up something with it, in which case a confused smile would take place in front of the normal one, followed by a smile of realisation and a thoughtful smile, as he remembered how he'd gotten it. He's still got a few weeks more of the thing, but it'll come off eventually.
A cup of coffee, as typical when Control is around, is taking up residence beside him. It is half empty, or in Control's eyes, half full.
Shake well.
(Optional) Add a dash of conversation.
[Tiny tag: Control]
For this, you will need one head of the British Intelligence. Luckily, Control is perfectly willing to take that place and has done so already, back straight in a proper posture with his hands clasped in front of him as he smiled at an ostensibly interesting piece of wall. He hasn't been around very much lately, as his mun is a lazy, procrastinating waste of space things up in the office have been a little off, but he's now lovingly free to communicate with anyone.
He is dressed in his usual shirt, vest, and tie feature along with his usual perpetual smile feature. His right arm is wrapped up in a sling, but if it was broken, Control seemed not to notice. Except when he tried to pick up something with it, in which case a confused smile would take place in front of the normal one, followed by a smile of realisation and a thoughtful smile, as he remembered how he'd gotten it. He's still got a few weeks more of the thing, but it'll come off eventually.
A cup of coffee, as typical when Control is around, is taking up residence beside him. It is half empty, or in Control's eyes, half full.
Shake well.
(Optional) Add a dash of conversation.
[Tiny tag: Control]