seattle; wednesday ft
The music room is often where Sam found himself these days. Between Council meetings, Council business and dealing with the weirdness of his estate, the music room was the place he felt most comfortable, most relaxed.
Today, he was spinning something jazzy, letting the dulcet tones of brass instruments and mournful guitars wash over him. Taco was curled up on his lap, snoring in the most adorable way possible. Sam had his phone in one hand, lazily answering a text message here and there to pretend he was still working.
The door was shut and James was under orders not to bother him unless absolutely necessary. So far, no one had tried to get his attention. Sam closed his eyes and sighed.
[NFB but open for the usual things]
Today, he was spinning something jazzy, letting the dulcet tones of brass instruments and mournful guitars wash over him. Taco was curled up on his lap, snoring in the most adorable way possible. Sam had his phone in one hand, lazily answering a text message here and there to pretend he was still working.
The door was shut and James was under orders not to bother him unless absolutely necessary. So far, no one had tried to get his attention. Sam closed his eyes and sighed.
[NFB but open for the usual things]