[Clow was nothing if not prompt. Gathering up the medical charts that were strewn across the desk, he tapped the folders on their edges into a neat pile.]
Please come in, it's open...
[He stood to greet his guest, a formal gesture tinged with antiquity. Clow had been one of his, still was in some regards... but it had been a bit of a shock to learn that he was also associated with the authorities. Formality was a necessity until he could figure out if this new development would be an asset or a detriment to their working relationship.]
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Date: 2009-05-25 02:26 am (UTC)Please come in, it's open...
[He stood to greet his guest, a formal gesture tinged with antiquity. Clow had been one of his, still was in some regards... but it had been a bit of a shock to learn that he was also associated with the authorities. Formality was a necessity until he could figure out if this new development would be an asset or a detriment to their working relationship.]