Russian Vodka
Supernova
- Joined
- Jan 19, 2009
A bit confused, Marcus followed her into the dining room, seeing the dinner prepared there as he sighed softly. He didn't know if he should be happy or upset that she'd prepared it in there. He had mentioned only to use it for social gatherings at his house. Though he slowly came around, he nodded at her, moving to sit at one of the chairs. "Yea, it's been a long day. Some of my work was dragged out, some of it turned out to be complete bullshit." He told her with a light sigh, putting his elbows on the table and leaning forward, rubbing his face lightly to try and look less tired.