Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190722223928/@comment-25828117-20190808222351

Willy waited in Miller's office.

His gaze wandered around the place but it would always return to the executive toy on the desk. Little silver balls clicked back and forth and provided the only sound in the room. It was like a metronome. The farmhand rested his round face right in front of it and his icy blue eyes went left to right, left to right, left to right...

He could be here for a while before getting bored.