Surrounded in the scent of hardcover editions Professor Darryl Gwetchen stared out his study window, gazing at the lush cliffs of the western edge of an Oceanus Island. Legs propped on a desk carved from goldenwood, clothed in his finest lounge wear, he enjoyed a few deep breaths while fiddling with something in his lap. After a few moments he took down his legs and leaned forward. The small bowl from his lap was placed on the desk. Darryl gave himself a nice stretch as he took in the sight again. The smaller islands were impressive in height. He had chosen to dwell closer to the ground so he could always appreciate their vastness.
Clicking his cellular device to vibrate, Darryl Gwetchen opened up one of his desk drawers. He cleared his throat and withdrew a thin, rectangular mirror. It was placed on the desk before him a ways, the contents of the bowl tapped out onto the glass. Using what formal documents were available on his desk, the Professor of the University of Aquaria would proceed to indulge in the lovely white powder of cocaine.
A euphoria overtook him as he wiped his nose on his silken sleeve. The cliffs stretched forever, wearing little tree hats, the ocean lapping at their waists as if to say hello! Man, Oceanus is fuckin' gorgeous. He leaned back in his chair and breathed in deep, exhaling and grinning. Darryl drummed his fingers on the desk. Where was his phone? Here it is. He turned it on. Did he have things to do? He didn't quite care. Darryl scrolled through his contacts, put the phone down, and hit the maid-call button on the phone on his desk. Yes, that's what he wanted. Someone to talk to, in the flesh.
