[The building entry area is clean and sparse for now, with a potted plant or two for décor and a comfy couch for guests. There's a front desk, with some boxes over it and something being installed on it besides the computer system.
Trunks looks up at the footsteps, from behind the desk. Part of that whole 'helping his mom' thing, in terms of being free labor. Not that he minds at all. Soma is given a wave and directed to the couch to sit.]
Give me a minute okay?
[Then back under the desk, and there's a faint whirr of a monitor activating along with some more subtle beeps indicating active connections. It's not more than a minute or two, before Trunks lets himself out from behind the desk. Normal black combat pants and boots, with a black shirt and his blue Capsule Corp jacket over it.]
Sorry about that. Wasn't sure what time to expect you.
Alchemical Aptitude
Trunks looks up at the footsteps, from behind the desk. Part of that whole 'helping his mom' thing, in terms of being free labor. Not that he minds at all. Soma is given a wave and directed to the couch to sit.]
Give me a minute okay?
[Then back under the desk, and there's a faint whirr of a monitor activating along with some more subtle beeps indicating active connections. It's not more than a minute or two, before Trunks lets himself out from behind the desk. Normal black combat pants and boots, with a black shirt and his blue Capsule Corp jacket over it.]
Sorry about that. Wasn't sure what time to expect you.