25.Feb.12, 05:45 AM
Talian always expected he'd be more proud of his first office. He stood in the disappointingly minimal room, all but glaring at it's walls as he surveyed them. It's not like he had any real possessions or anything to decorate it with. While it felt tragically boring, it was his own functional space. He'd amassed a small collection of books and now had a small plant sitting in the window. That was...a start.
Oh well, he thought. He wasn't terribly imaginative to begin with, perhaps it was best it stay this way. Who knew what atrocities he'd commit against style and good taste if he had more to work with.
His survey was interrupted by a knock. Tal's paranoid eyes darted to the door, but he was realized to hear a familiar albeit muffled voice drift from the other side. "Valerian?"
Talian walked to the door and opened it, pleased to see a familiar face. "Hello," Talian said. It didn't take long for him to notice the man's wounded wrist. Talian immediately frowned. "Val...What did you do to yourself?" he inquired. He shortened his friend's name to 'Val' out of instinct, since the man's full name was far too similar to that of Talian's hated father. He found it somewhat amusing that their nicknamed rhymed as well. It was a fun coincidence.
"Come on in," Talian beckoned quickly, still eyeing the swollen wrist with a shameful amount of curiosity. He was concerned, of course, but what the shards? "Have a seat. What did you do to yourself?" he inquired.
Oh well, he thought. He wasn't terribly imaginative to begin with, perhaps it was best it stay this way. Who knew what atrocities he'd commit against style and good taste if he had more to work with.
His survey was interrupted by a knock. Tal's paranoid eyes darted to the door, but he was realized to hear a familiar albeit muffled voice drift from the other side. "Valerian?"
Talian walked to the door and opened it, pleased to see a familiar face. "Hello," Talian said. It didn't take long for him to notice the man's wounded wrist. Talian immediately frowned. "Val...What did you do to yourself?" he inquired. He shortened his friend's name to 'Val' out of instinct, since the man's full name was far too similar to that of Talian's hated father. He found it somewhat amusing that their nicknamed rhymed as well. It was a fun coincidence.
"Come on in," Talian beckoned quickly, still eyeing the swollen wrist with a shameful amount of curiosity. He was concerned, of course, but what the shards? "Have a seat. What did you do to yourself?" he inquired.