[ a frozen barren wasteland with smoke already coming up; he has just lit a cigarette. he's typing some other things, doing researches. he's an asshole, but at least he's a workaholic asshole. at first he doesn't even look up, even if he recognizes adam's voice, but eventually he stops typing, pulling the cigarette from between his lips to tap the ash to the ashtray. he blows the smoke in his general direction as he turns on his chair ]
Ain't got even a second. [ but he did stop typing. there's your chance. ]
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Ain't got even a second. [ but he did stop typing. there's your chance. ]