Abaddon's office was getting used less and less as of late.
According to him, every time that he stepped foot in this place the world attempted to end itself.
However, today he just couldn't avoid it. He was looking for a quiet place to sit and be alone with his thoughts.
Abaddon was busy writing in a small notebook. The contents of which were known only to him.
Eventually, he shut the booklet and let his head bounce off the wooden desk in front of him.
Oddly enough, Abaddon thought that operating in a public capacity was far easier when you didn't have to give a damn about being liked.
But now that Abaddon was becoming more conscious of his image within the public, his responsibilities were starting to feel far more taxing.
He turned his head to the side and stared at Gandora, who was curled up and staring back at him with an innocent look.
"...What's the chance you'd want to take over for me as Judicator?"
Gandora covered her eyes with her tail.
