[ it's probably the late morning of friday, but if mordalion comes back to the casino he might see apollo in the restaurant tucked into a corner booth with a coffee and a fancy pastry in front of him. also in front of him: several, several papers spread out. he's dressed down from last night, jeans and an oversized hoodie, and the sleeves are pushed up to his elbows while his gold bracelet glints in the light now and then. he seems very focused on his paperwork though, but not enough to go undisturbed.
[ mordalion sits down across from him and apollo looks up, a little surprised but also perfectly fine with this even if he looks a bit sheepish at the callout. ]
I like being productive and having stuff to do. Being here shouldn't be an excuse.
w2, friday
approach? ]
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rather ungraciously, but absolutely silent until he sits down. like a cat. ]
Working even here. You struggle with downtime, don't you?
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I like being productive and having stuff to do. Being here shouldn't be an excuse.