❝ Let's go get some lunch. ❞
weighed down by exhaustion the only thing keeping him awake is coffee and a lot of water to dilute the anxiety causing elixir . but his hands still shake , his chest fills with paranoia after one too many cups of the bitter beverage just to stay up and read over document after document . their leads were slim. the president , dare he say it is good at hiding his tracks .
in his frustration files and folders are shoved aside and fingers entwine with unkept brunette locks . a heavy sigh leaves the boy and he shifts in his seat , fishing for the shabby campaign manager ID he kept in his jacket’s breast pocket . he stares at the photograph and name , wishing he wasn’t just a number among a much bigger equation . why did he choose to do what he’s doing couldn’t be pinpointed into one answer . there were too many wrongs that needed to be right .
man , he was a failure . tears gathered in his eyes , but a voice broke through his lonely brooding and he perks up at the officer . yes , a break sounded nice . a break sounded like something he needed right about now . morty smiles , tucking his ID back in his jacket and gathering his messenger bag .
❛ sure , i’d like that . ❜
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