[By the time Fynn finally makes it home, it's a little past eight and he looks completely bushed. His long brown hair is messier than usual and the deep circles under his eyes almost look engraved to his face. He drops his work duffle bag by the door, almost crushing poor Erebus who damn near barrel rolled out the way. Fynn takes off his heavy boots next and loosens the collar of his black shirt. His black tie goes flying onto the couch and the kitties are already toying with it.
The officer places his gun down on a nearby table along with his badge and cuffs. Don't worry, Ardyn, the safety is on and Fynn does take a moment to empty the barrel. There's kids in the house. Eventually after getting a much needed glass of water, Fynn makes his way towards the study. There he hears the telltale sound of Ardyn clicking away on the laptop.]
Sorry for keeping you waiting. [Excuse Fynn if he doesn't sound so great. His voice is a tad raspy.] Ended up covering briefly for a colleague.
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The officer places his gun down on a nearby table along with his badge and cuffs. Don't worry, Ardyn, the safety is on and Fynn does take a moment to empty the barrel. There's kids in the house. Eventually after getting a much needed glass of water, Fynn makes his way towards the study. There he hears the telltale sound of Ardyn clicking away on the laptop.]
Sorry for keeping you waiting. [Excuse Fynn if he doesn't sound so great. His voice is a tad raspy.] Ended up covering briefly for a colleague.