[It's a quiet, peaceful afternoon in Forneus' office.
And it's promptly ruined by a storm of anger and distress in the form of one Anastasia who bursts in, slamming the door open. He isn't to blame for what they saw, but that doesn't mean she'll be reasonable about this.]
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And it's promptly ruined by a storm of anger and distress in the form of one Anastasia who bursts in, slamming the door open. He isn't to blame for what they saw, but that doesn't mean she'll be reasonable about this.]
What the actual fuck is all of this, Forneus?!