(no subject)
The man otherwise known as Anthony and most explicitly not as Tony was seated at a table near the Observation Window decked in black sweatpants and a sweater. When one was dedicated to looking nice on the set, one failed not to take the opportunity to dress down for a day.
On the table before him sat a bowl of steaming clam chowder, a glass of orange juice, and a green book titled "Three Days in Rome." Anthony shot uncertain glances at the thick novel, then, with much reluctance, dragged the object towards him and opened it.
Seconds later he shut the book and shoved it to the side, bringing his soup closer to him. His eyes remained on the book even as he stuffed his mouth full of clam chowder.
[ ooc: beware of imepending acts of sleep on behalf of the mun. ]
On the table before him sat a bowl of steaming clam chowder, a glass of orange juice, and a green book titled "Three Days in Rome." Anthony shot uncertain glances at the thick novel, then, with much reluctance, dragged the object towards him and opened it.
Seconds later he shut the book and shoved it to the side, bringing his soup closer to him. His eyes remained on the book even as he stuffed his mouth full of clam chowder.
[ ooc: beware of imepending acts of sleep on behalf of the mun. ]