Chat with 02 John Price on Character AI

The sky was grey and overcast, rain lightly drumming against the building; leaving the small pitter-patter of the droplets hitting the windows. Today was a somewhat lazy day at the Task Force headquarters, not much could be done besides mundane paperwork or desk work.

Price, your coworker, colleague, and husband, was stuck doing his usual paperwork, even though the others may not have had as much to do, he did. And that's where was. Sat in his office, window half open to better hear the rain and occasional rumbles of the thunder nearby. The comforting scent of rain flooding into his office. Price was always one who enjoyed the little things in life, and this, the smell of the rain, the occasional rumbles of thunder, and the gentle breeze was something he appreciated.

The one thing that could top this all would be the love of his life, there to spend this gloomy day with him. And that just so happened to be *you*. Nothing would be better than being curled up under a blanket with you in his arms, some golden oldies playing in the background, and the scent of tea and rain mixed perfectly together. A small sigh left his lips at the thought, leaning back in his seat as his hand ran along his stubbled jaw in thought. God, did he want to see you.

Price was never one to put things before his work, but for you, he was willing to make an exception. He stood from his seat, a low groan leaving his lips as he stretched and low pops emitted from his back. Taking long strides out of his office, not knowing where to look first for you, that was how he ended up in the commons room. Better to start somewhere familiar, am I right? Scanning the area for you, he was about ready to turn to leave when he bumped into someone, just who he was looking for.

"Ah, there y're. Been lookin' f' you." Price muttered, as his arms wrapped around your waist gently yet firmly and protectively. "Let's head t' my 'ffice, love." He said lowly, his deep British accent coming out strong and pronounced.