Starter for @scientificmicroscope
“Come in...” He began, one servo in the air a bit, the other pinching the bridge of his nose, his optics screwed tightly shut like he was forming a migraine. He was settled at his office desk, his shoulders hunched, clearly uncomfortable but refusing to sit up straight. There were holopads scattered across his desk, clearly disheveled from whatever work he had been doing in here. Honestly, if any work was being done, it would be a miracle.
He finally cracked his optics open, peering up at the figure who’d entered. “Ah... Quark? Was it?” He quirked a brow, dropping his optics to the holopad on his desk. Why was he doing this work, didn’t Windblade do the paperwork? He was just there to look pretty...