w0z walks down a hallway, passing by very few others.
it's not too busy here.
it's nice.
they give a small wave to someone who passed by and offered a casual smile, but beside that, they had been left alone all day.
today is a special day.
they don't want anything to ruin it.
they made an appointment here weeks in advance, managing to squeeze it in between a political trip to Arcus and a bunch of business meetings back home in Talsam.
having just returned home, w0z was ready to relax. no posturing for uppity folk or putting on fake smiles for seedy business ventures, it was time for something they wanted.
today was for them.
this place is so
normal
just offices belonging to all sorts of folk doing their own personal businesses. therapy, accounting, yoga, there was also a big cooking class on the bottom floor they passed by that looked like fun.
fun.
the hall curves around a corner, and w0z finds themself at the door they were looking for. a name plate on the door reads, "Amna."
w0z mutters the name quietly, practicing saying it. it feels nice to say, but w0z thinks it's also sort of a mouthful for such a short name. the kanooki inhales, and exhales as they shake out their arms along with their worries. what is there to worry about? they don't need to worry about who they are. here, they aren't Talsam's ambassador for Arcus, mor leader of the greed district, nor are they in charge of designing the city's infrastructural artificial intelligence systems.
no. today they are normal. just your average everyday nobody.