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Lawrence Artin slouched in against the wall, casually propping a foot up behind him to rest against the marble and support his body. He stood at the end of the main hall, waiting for his new boss, Davrell, to arrive.
Law was supposedly needed, but for what, he did not know. Of course, he was curious, but dwelling on that would do him no good now.
The man exhaled sharply and tipped his head up, leaving it to rest against the cool marble. Dark eyes carefully watched the doors, although he had no intent to stand to attention or anything like that. No, no, that would never be Lawrence's style.

Smirking, he let his head loll to one side, facing down the hall where he assumed Davrell would be. Flitting his eyes amongst his coworkers, he finally saw the man himself and pushed off from the wall, approaching the man with his customary slouch, hands in pockets. He strutted with a confident stride over into the center of the main atrium, asking as he walked, "Yeah, Doctah? I hear ya in need of me?" Lawrence stopped just before the man, peering up at him with a slight tilt to his head. "Wha's it that we'll be doin' today?"