[center][h1][color=ed1c24]Coch Talesin[/color][/h1][/center]
[center][b]Location: Ozpin's Office[/b][/center]
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It was late at night by the time Coch arrived to Ozpin’s Office. His body ached, the pads of his fingers burned, and when he arrived he didn’t have much energy left to stay awake. The guitarist was seated against the wall with his legs stretched out before him, his Stratocaster leaning against his left shoulder, and his mouth hanging open in a most unappealing manner. His eyes were closed and he was snoring softly—more than likely having fallen asleep without realizing it.