Aug 04, 2010 07:58
Price's office, complete with bright red walls, ceiling, and floor, now had stark black furniture to contrast with the bizarre color scheme he'd implemented.
There was a reason he wasn't an interior decorator.
He had his feet up on a desk, and a CD-player was pumping out the tunes of Richard Wagner today. The London Symphony recordings, of course.
His door was open to all.
[ooc: Open door, open post!]
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