Bad Guys Only

[pugsmuggler]

Vercelli sat in the east wing's reception room. He had half of a burrito in his hand that he holding in a fold of tin foil. It looked hard as a rock, and he'd probably plucked it straight from the fridge before heading out of his bunk room. He idly tinkered with his watch, occasionally taking a bit out of the brick-like wrap. Once a good few minutes had passed, he glanced up at the seat across from him where Quelorie occupied a spot.

"The hell is keeping Joel? He called us in here a good thirty minutes ago," he said.

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[kobacake]

Quelorie's glance wandered towards Vercelli when he spoke. Though she was normally patient when it came to Joel, it wasn't like him to be so late. Even she was beginning to get a little on edge. She heard there'd been an incident earlier, though she hadn't heard the details yet... Perhaps it was about that. She shook her head in response (another human reaction she'd picked up). "I don't know any more than you."