 Whoop!Phyre || ❤LiliAnzaScarNatAmyEmi || Professional Vigilante || The Flying Tomato
LATE! Why was he always late!? Elliott R. Maine trembled in the strange elevator, wishing he wasn't late, that this thing would go faster. Even if that would probably cause him to lose his breakfast. That plate of eggs, sausage, and waffles was very important to both him and his stomach, so perhaps it was for the best that his toe was still tapping as he stepped out from the elevator doors.
"Well, that was a truly frightening experience," he muttered before wandering off to wherever he would find his CMEC desk. There would be plenty more to come, Elliott was sure.
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