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[schrute_space]

[OOM: ...To be announced.]

Once again dressed in his Staples uniform (complete with nametag), Dwight enters the bar

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[weeper_of_blood]

Whilst Dwight studies the bar, there seems to be someone studying him with equal yet entirely reserved curiosity. He's seen a lot of things in his short time at Milliways, but this is not one of them.

"You know it's likely to hit back..?" Says the individual with a sullen and entirely bored look on his features, nursing a glass of water as he watches the antics.

[weeper_of_blood]

He arches an eyebrow at the notepad, but decides it's best not query whatever may be written inside. Not to mention the thought really didn't interest hum much more than a mild curiosity.

"Don't I at least get to know the name of a soon to be security?" He queries, sarcasm all too abundant.

[schrute_space]

Sarcasm undetected.

"Dwight. K. Schrute," he answers, over-enunciating every syllable.

[weeper_of_blood]

"Interesting name, Mister Schrute," he comments nonchalantly, eyeing Dwight for a moment with an amused yet not at all friendly stare.

"Well, I best not disturb whatever important tasks you have to carry out. Don't forget to visit Delicate Flowers, I'm sure you'll love it." If Schrute hasn't heard of it, he can find it out himself.