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“I just can’t keep doing this anymore!!”
Tommy blanched reflexively at the sound of Channing’s voice ringing out sharply through The Rapture’s production offices, which still weren’t much more than a back dressing room lined with folding tables and crammed with people. Reflective of his apprehension as he lifted his gaze, his bare toes dug into the dark berber carpeting one last time before wistfully inching forward and into his office sandals as he got to his feet.
( “Something wrong, Chan?” )
Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 550
Tommy blanched reflexively at the sound of Channing’s voice ringing out sharply through The Rapture’s production offices, which still weren’t much more than a back dressing room lined with folding tables and crammed with people. Reflective of his apprehension as he lifted his gaze, his bare toes dug into the dark berber carpeting one last time before wistfully inching forward and into his office sandals as he got to his feet.
( “Something wrong, Chan?” )Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 550
