tumbling through the door, Soaran squawks as he almost trips. he recently heard the most dangerous of news, and he simply couldn't stand for it. rushing across the marble floor of the association he slams against the reception desk. "is it true!" he squabbles. "is there truly a bomb threat? is the commander okay!" the poor receptionist splutters as she tries to keep up with the man. "he clocked in today, you may go into his office if you'd like Mr. Soaran, h-" Soaran ran before she finished.
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