Andromeda sits at her desk, pen and paper sitting in front of her, her eyes trained on the family photo that sat angled at her. The dappled pelt shone softly in the lamplight as they shook their head to bring them back to where they began. They took a paw and pushed the writing utensils to the side, instead picking up her headphones and placing them in their ears, then pulling the microphone down from the lifted state it was in. Normally they sat like this for work, but instead they chose to ...
