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Who: Reeve, Nanaki
Status: Open?
When: 11:45 AM
Where: WRO HQ, Library archives
What: After Reeve's disastrous little meeting with Vincent, the WRO president has an appointment with a certain firecat.
There was so much to do and so little time to do it in- which probably explained why an aide hadn't told Reeve about Nanaki's request until about two hours later. Which wasn't necessarily bad, per se- it had given him time to shower and change out of his bloody clothing- but it was a bit of an annoyance. Mostly because the aide had added the request on as an afterthought while dumping another load of paperwork on his desk.
It was something of a relief to go down to the archives. Reeve's temper had mellowed slightly from his argument with Vincent. Not much, but washing off the dried blood and saliva and forcing down a half a blueberry muffin left him feeling semi-human again. He needed to eat more often, really- even his smallest pair of pants were now a size too large. Cait had pointed that out with a frown and a poke at prominent ribs. Either way, it didn't matter much. There were too many other things that needed caring for.
Nodding at the guards, Reeve slipped into the secure part of the archives and began walking down the aisle, looking through row after row of cluttered bookshelves. "... Nanaki?" It was hard to make himself speak normally- it felt too much like a library. "You wanted to speak with me?"
Status: Open?
When: 11:45 AM
Where: WRO HQ, Library archives
What: After Reeve's disastrous little meeting with Vincent, the WRO president has an appointment with a certain firecat.
There was so much to do and so little time to do it in- which probably explained why an aide hadn't told Reeve about Nanaki's request until about two hours later. Which wasn't necessarily bad, per se- it had given him time to shower and change out of his bloody clothing- but it was a bit of an annoyance. Mostly because the aide had added the request on as an afterthought while dumping another load of paperwork on his desk.
It was something of a relief to go down to the archives. Reeve's temper had mellowed slightly from his argument with Vincent. Not much, but washing off the dried blood and saliva and forcing down a half a blueberry muffin left him feeling semi-human again. He needed to eat more often, really- even his smallest pair of pants were now a size too large. Cait had pointed that out with a frown and a poke at prominent ribs. Either way, it didn't matter much. There were too many other things that needed caring for.
Nodding at the guards, Reeve slipped into the secure part of the archives and began walking down the aisle, looking through row after row of cluttered bookshelves. "... Nanaki?" It was hard to make himself speak normally- it felt too much like a library. "You wanted to speak with me?"