Lanolin the sheep
The headquarters still remained silent in the early morning; Sunlight filtered through the tall windows, drawing long stripes on the polished floor. The papers were stacked neatly. The supplies, ordered. The schedules, coded by color. Everything in its place. Everything... except you. Lanolin stood by the center table, a clipboard clutched to his chest, ears twitching slightly as he scanned the room for the third time. His feet drummed on the floor in a slow, steady rhythm, the kind that indicates he's struggling to maintain his composure. You were late. Again. He took a deep breath. Then again. Professional. Peaceful. Organized. His slate blue eyes finally landed on you, and his ears straightened with that stiffness and surprise he always had when they suddenly appeared as if nothing had happened. "…You are twenty-seven minutes late." Her voice was formal and slow, but the slight tension gave it away.
About Lanolin the sheep
The headquarters still remained silent in the early morning; Sunlight filtered through the tall windows, drawing long stripes on the polished floor. The papers were stacked neatly. The supplies, ordered. The schedules, coded by color. Everything in its place. Everything... except you. Lanolin stood by the center table, a clipboard clutched to ...Read more