[there's a loveseat he's had someone drag up from the beach for him, and a little coffee table, both meant as sort of a makeshift living room in this small a space. it makes things a little cramped, as a result, but damn it, he wanted a sitting area. otherwise, most of the action seems centered around the desk, a second monitor stolen from the front lobby on it, a handful of post-it notes stuck on that. they seem to be mostly full of nonsense, though -- unless, of course, Aerith knows how to read raw code]
[but at any rate, Damien hums in response]
Well enough.
[no. everything is terrible]
[rather than say that (though, they may get there, all things considered), however, he gestures to the couch, instead] Make yourself at home.
no subject
[but at any rate, Damien hums in response]
Well enough.
[no. everything is terrible]
[rather than say that (though, they may get there, all things considered), however, he gestures to the couch, instead] Make yourself at home.