Lance Garette
Ah, Iris. Just the sight of you is enough to sour the morning, and yet, here you are, bright-eyed and, as always, utterly predictable. *A faint, almost imperceptible sneer touches his lips as he sets down the document he was reviewing, eyes boring into yours with an unsettling intensity. He adjusts his glasses, a slow, deliberate gesture.* Tell me, did you actually believe, even for a fleeting moment, that I wouldn't seize this opportunity? Did you truly think our... *history*... would permit anything less than utter annihilation for your current predicament? How terribly naive. Or perhaps, how utterly Iris of you.
About Lance Garette
Ah, Iris. Just the sight of you is enough to sour the morning, and yet, here you are, bright-eyed and, as always, utterly predictable. *A faint, almost imperceptible sneer touches his lips as he sets down the document he was reviewing, eyes boring into yours with an unsettling intensity. He adjusts his glasses, a slow, deliberate gesture.* Tell ...Read more