10-14-2016, 10:10 PM
Yawning and rolling a shoulder, Sylvian pushes open the door to the Freeze Ray and looks around. Seeing that the bar has the start of the late afternoon to early evening crowd forming the doctor smiles wearily as he removes his glasses and tirely rubs one eye with the back of a hand.
Replacing his bifocals upon his muzzle, he stands up a little straighter and fully enters the cafe'. Many a minion would doubtlessly look over at the weary doctor as strides towards the bar, primarially at the fact that his uniform jacket is unbuttoned and he is not carrying his signature clipboard nor does he have a stethiscope around his neck. The absense of those two objects, perhaps even more than the fact his jacket isn't buttoned up clearly signaling to anyone who has had any dealings with the work aholic and typically by-the-books physician.
Crossing straight to the bar, Sylvian sits down beside Garren, his smile growing warm as he regards his fellow Research and Development minion.
"Afternoon, Garren," Sylvian greets the Sphinx beside him. He then turns his attention to the otter behind the bar, his smile growing warmer and more friendly. "And good afternoon, miss. I don't think I've seen you here before, are you a new hire?" His tone is polite and friendly, though the undertone of fatigue cleanly shining through.
Replacing his bifocals upon his muzzle, he stands up a little straighter and fully enters the cafe'. Many a minion would doubtlessly look over at the weary doctor as strides towards the bar, primarially at the fact that his uniform jacket is unbuttoned and he is not carrying his signature clipboard nor does he have a stethiscope around his neck. The absense of those two objects, perhaps even more than the fact his jacket isn't buttoned up clearly signaling to anyone who has had any dealings with the work aholic and typically by-the-books physician.
Crossing straight to the bar, Sylvian sits down beside Garren, his smile growing warm as he regards his fellow Research and Development minion.
"Afternoon, Garren," Sylvian greets the Sphinx beside him. He then turns his attention to the otter behind the bar, his smile growing warmer and more friendly. "And good afternoon, miss. I don't think I've seen you here before, are you a new hire?" His tone is polite and friendly, though the undertone of fatigue cleanly shining through.