[ since they're not talking, poe is just kind of hangin' out. looking. listening. when he hears what sounds like someone coming, his eyes go wide like that one prairie dog. ]
Forget it. [ his voice goes down to a hiss-whisper. ] Someone's coming.
[ well fuck. he glances around for options. they can't leave. maybe ... can they both fit under the desk? and hope that it's not actually ren coming to his fuckin office at one in the morning? then again, there's talking. presuming that it's not ren having a psychotic break (seems possible), they are about to have more than one problem to deal with. ]
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Forget it. [ his voice goes down to a hiss-whisper. ] Someone's coming.
[ well fuck. he glances around for options. they can't leave. maybe ... can they both fit under the desk? and hope that it's not actually ren coming to his fuckin office at one in the morning? then again, there's talking. presuming that it's not ren having a psychotic break (seems possible), they are about to have more than one problem to deal with. ]