[RL with Nigel Townsend]

[seiryu_general]

[RL - Othello's Office - Hell]

Othello sits back in his chair, his feet up on his desk, idly flicking through a magazine and grinning; there's a pile of half-finished paperwork lying on the desk, but he doesn't really seem to care. A glass of whisky - on the rocks - sits to one side.

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[seiryu_general]

"Come in," Othello murmured, still glancing through his magazine. Sure, he could be efficient at his job and work hard, but he wasn't the kind of guy to wait on people. He picked up the whisky and took a sip.

((OOC: It's okay, I can't always guarantee I'll be online every single day anyway, so a delay between replies is fine! ^_^ ))

[seiryu_general]

"Oh my; how very forward," Othello tutted in mock displeasure, although the pleased grin on his face showed his amusement. He casually threw the magazine aside and sat up, fixing Nigel with a curious gaze. "Are you always so crude?"