[ William's dressed down a substantial amount from his work attire, but somehow still manages to look as professional and clean as always. Apparently he stopped by the kitchen as, he too, has a mug with him. Tea, for now. He frowns at his favourite chair being snatched up, but he did give her free will to sit where she'd like, so he doesn't make her move. Instead he fusses with the cushions on the couch until he's fairly satisfied.
He takes a long sip from his mug after blowing the steam from it. ]
Honestly, I'm not even certain where we should begin.
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He takes a long sip from his mug after blowing the steam from it. ]
Honestly, I'm not even certain where we should begin.