#convos rian

Despite the winds, raining, the thunder and, apparently, the strange turtles, Juniper had made an effort to come into work that day. She didn’t like not working. It made her seem unreliable. She didn’t like not working, it gave her time to think. Besides, she realised she’d left one of her sprays somewhere at the council and the idea of not having it for another week if she didn’t come in made her skin itch with anxiety.

Arthur had been sitting on it for quite a while now, as he tried to find his own answers and dragged up nothing. Or at least, nothing worth counting.  Taking a deep breath, he knocked on the office door and waited patiently for a response, hoping only that the man behind it might have some information. Preferably good.