[image description: a close up shot of charon leaning against the wall, his expression tense and strained. he's sweating and gritting his teeth as he attempts to calm down. his glasses are fogged up to the point of just barely showing his red eyes- portrayed in a cute cartoony style in this panel. he's holding his cape around himself, almost protectively.
around him float little red sparkles, as if he's still in a daze.]
He makes his way toward the hall quickly. Maes gets up to shut the door behind him just as fast, sliding back against the door.
Charon leans against the waiting room wall, trying to catch his breath. She caught onto him, hopefully that doesn't deduct.
He can't help but worry that this is all a setup to catch him screwing up. That was too tense for his own good.
He’s a little tempted to take her offer to use the restroom. Fuck. Not right now.
He takes the time to breathe deeply and relax himself. Whatever just went on during that interview was more than he was expecting. Nothing that can't be managed though…hopefully.
Charon leans against the waiting room wall, trying to catch his breath. She caught onto him, hopefully that doesn't deduct.
He can't help but worry that this is all a setup to catch him screwing up. That was too tense for his own good.
He’s a little tempted to take her offer to use the restroom. Fuck. Not right now.
He takes the time to breathe deeply and relax himself. Whatever just went on during that interview was more than he was expecting. Nothing that can't be managed though…hopefully.