as of late floch has been agitated. a week, a very long, and tiring week has gone by, and yet his mood remains sour.

floch leans back into his chair; his head tilted back with one arm raised to rest his forearm across his eyes, and steady breathing. papers sat scattered on his desk, though there seems to be more than usual. he'd been overworking himself. again. like he has been for the past week. he's pulled too many all nighters over this stress.