Who: Tim and Hayley What: A perfectly cheerful and in no way evil meeting of a Baptist missionary organisation Where: WHEREVER IT IS TIM LIVES. When: Wednesday morning at 9AM sharp Warnings: Probably some evil plotting, some creation superiority complexes. NBD.
Tim looks at his watch- five minutes to nine. His new minionfollower contact should be arriving shortly. He's dressed cleanly- black shirt, top two buttons undone with emerald cuff links, gray pants that are just a little big on him. He isn't wearing shoes, though- this is his apartment, after all, and the carpet is far too soft to be denied. His toes can't get enough of it.
He walks to the kitchen, taking everything in for the eight thousandth time. His apartment is clean, some would say bland- done in contrasting lights and darks. He likes the disparity between the two, the constant balance between two sides of a coin. Though it's December and Christmas is eerily near, he's done nothing to decorate for the season- though someone did tack a small construction paper Christmas tree to his door (he promptly tore it down.) He reaches the kitchen which is *unsurprisingly* decorated in much the same style as the rest of the house, with brushed steel appliances and smooth granite countertops. Tim pours himself a cup of coffee and makes his way back to the living room, where he settles down on the couch and picks up the newspaper sitting on the coffee table. The least he can do is remain entertained until the new girl arrives to check in.