01-28-2016, 09:19 PM
(01-28-2016, 08:52 PM)Umbra Wrote: The card is shoved into a drawer for later.
The receptionist looks toward Gregor.
"Sorry about the wait. What did you need, sir?"
Gregor looked up and saw that it was his turn. Putting his phone back in his pocket, he went up to the counter and propped himself up on his tail so he could actually see over it.
"I'm interested in joining the Guards. Are you currently recruiting?" There was still a small electronic tone to his voice, a giveaway that he was a cyborg.