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And into the Nexus comes another knock-out redhead with legs for miles (really, if she didn't wear a skirt that seemed to be more of a belt it wouldn't be as noticeable,) carrying a few thick manila envelopes in one hand and a mug of coffee in the other.
Beware, Nexus, for Manx has arrived.
She's on her guard the second she realizes she's not where she's supposed to be, though it isn't really noticeable--unless you know the signs. Her eyes narrow as they pass over the sign. If they want a question, she'll give them a question.
"What is this place? And if that isn't acceptable, what is, in your opinion, an appropriate level of social interaction between coworkers?"
...yup, Yohji's been hitting on her again.
((Mun must sleep. All tags will be answered tomorrow! Back))
Beware, Nexus, for Manx has arrived.
She's on her guard the second she realizes she's not where she's supposed to be, though it isn't really noticeable--unless you know the signs. Her eyes narrow as they pass over the sign. If they want a question, she'll give them a question.
"What is this place? And if that isn't acceptable, what is, in your opinion, an appropriate level of social interaction between coworkers?"
...yup, Yohji's been hitting on her again.
((Mun must sleep. All tags will be answered tomorrow! Back))