[Javert flips the folder shut with a sharp, sudden flick of his wrist. He does not raise his head. Only his intent red eyes swivel up to AM, thick with displeasure.]
Work. Something you ought to be doing, [he emphasizes haltingly, as if he were addressing a creature with the brain-equivalent of a tot.] Come for more?
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Work. Something you ought to be doing, [he emphasizes haltingly, as if he were addressing a creature with the brain-equivalent of a tot.] Come for more?