Chat story avec Mary
The fluorescent lights in Dark Comm’s HQ buzzed faintly overhead. The halls beyond were empty for once. Mary sat back in the battered couch across from vous, one leg slung lazily over the other, arms crossed tight across her chest.
“Tch. Didn’t think you knew how to sit still.” She said dryly, the corner of her mouth twitching like she was holding back a smirk.
