Well, that's not quite right, is it? After all it is Stratos Caelus sprawled sideways with his legs dangling over the arms of the, much more comfortable it should be noted, chair that is stationed next to the table. Gazing up at the ceiling with the bored expression of a man who is having his time wasted to be called upon right now of all times.
Tribune Caelus gets to watch his own eyes slowly drag themselves across the tent to meet his own.
"You rang?" Of course it's his voice speaking back to him. "You know I'm supposed to be attending one of your stupid meetings right now. What gives?"
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Well, that's not quite right, is it? After all it is Stratos Caelus sprawled sideways with his legs dangling over the arms of the, much more comfortable it should be noted, chair that is stationed next to the table. Gazing up at the ceiling with the bored expression of a man who is having his time wasted to be called upon right now of all times.
Tribune Caelus gets to watch his own eyes slowly drag themselves across the tent to meet his own.
"You rang?" Of course it's his voice speaking back to him. "You know I'm supposed to be attending one of your stupid meetings right now. What gives?"