" IRENE REALLY wants this inventory done, so.. we should probably buckle down and do it. out of respect."
his inflection is sincere, both corners of his mouth remain stapled to either axis of his face; the embodiment of seriousness, as though he has been divinely struck with cause. and then, in a burst of laughter, he feigns wiping away a tear.
" HOOO, NOT really. that would have been funny, though, if i were serious about that. fuck, could you imagine?"












