[ Michael straightens, motioning for Rook to sit with him. He has his choice of furniture, but everything looks like it came out of a magazine. There is an ornate marble fireplace nearby, crackling merrily.
He hums, offering Rook a smile, though fatigue lines his features. His fingers twirl a strand of his hair, pushing it into place. ]
I couldn't be better. You make it sound like I've been gone for so long. Did you miss me?
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He hums, offering Rook a smile, though fatigue lines his features. His fingers twirl a strand of his hair, pushing it into place. ]
I couldn't be better. You make it sound like I've been gone for so long. Did you miss me?