[Thrawn’s office tends to be its usual immaculate condition. He, however, has the faint aroma of the inmate shower’s soap on him, having repeatedly taken long showers for the desire to feel some external stimuli. His heart is beating erratically, though it’s debatable whether he notices: his breathing remains the same.
He returns to his own seat, settling hands on knees. There’s a slight jitter due to cutting coffee from his diet.
He watches Florian with a tired, unfocused gaze, propping his head up with a fist.]
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He returns to his own seat, settling hands on knees. There’s a slight jitter due to cutting coffee from his diet.
He watches Florian with a tired, unfocused gaze, propping his head up with a fist.]