 Anashti l Brat Pack l Sally & Dr. Finklestein
Art had always been one of Evan's less-than-guilty pleasures. He was not good at by any means, despite the encouraging attitudes of his closest friends who were fountains of probably misplaced support, but he did like doing it so he continued regardless of his skill. So despite how poorly pottery had gone for him (the little misshaped vase still having gone to his best friend, since Evan knew Jude would like it regardless of it's imperfections), he made his way through the doors for Level Three's reception area in preparation of joining in.
It probably didn't hurt to also make acquaintances interdepartmentally, more so than he already had.
He'd left his slacks on but gone for a band t-shirt with an array of mushrooms on the front, instead of his white button up. A gift from Chin-hae from his wife's merchandise that they'd had available at her last word tour. He knew that as much as his cousin-in-law hated the association of mushrooms to her name, she wouldn't mind if this particular shirt got mess on it.
Spotting Brody already in attendance, Evan gave a nod of hello his direction before likewise scanning for a spot. Deciding it probably didn't matter too much where he sat, he didn't need to rush to one and instead made his way towards the International Cooperation employee. "Hey, Brody. How are you?"
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