He doesn't really make his chat with their newest puppet friend that much of a secret. But he's not in an entirely pleasant mood when he finally rips himself away from wishing well.
Habit wants for busy hands, and in absence of concrete work, it yearns to drown in a bottle of something strong. But instead of drifting to the entertainment center, he instead pushes himself to stay outside, stiff, plodding steps dragging him towards the amphitheater. No need for a comfortable seat. He simply drops to the stone steps, leaning his elbows against his knees and burying a hand through his hair. Ugh.
He doesn't notice he has company until he lifts his head. A slight attempt at a wave is given, the hand in his hair lifting in a faux little salute of two fingers. But he needs a second to pull his composure back together - he remembers this guy from their first night, it wouldn't do him good to look like a tired old man.
Though, if he remembers the files correctly...
...]
Here I may be losing my touch, not paying attention to my company.
[Ever the cheerful one, Blade smiles when Thancred sits down nearby. He doesn't mind the company at all, and in fact would prefer to have people to talk to.]
It looks like you're tired though, will you need rest?
[He definitely caught that slump before Thancred covered it up.]
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heartofcorundum) wrote2025-11-04 11:25 pm
WEEK ZERO - WEDNESDAY
He doesn't really make his chat with their newest puppet friend that much of a secret. But he's not in an entirely pleasant mood when he finally rips himself away from wishing well.
Habit wants for busy hands, and in absence of concrete work, it yearns to drown in a bottle of something strong. But instead of drifting to the entertainment center, he instead pushes himself to stay outside, stiff, plodding steps dragging him towards the amphitheater. No need for a comfortable seat. He simply drops to the stone steps, leaning his elbows against his knees and burying a hand through his hair. Ugh.
He doesn't notice he has company until he lifts his head. A slight attempt at a wave is given, the hand in his hair lifting in a faux little salute of two fingers. But he needs a second to pull his composure back together - he remembers this guy from their first night, it wouldn't do him good to look like a tired old man.
Though, if he remembers the files correctly...
...]
Here I may be losing my touch, not paying attention to my company.
I'm not interrupting you, am I?
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[Ever the cheerful one, Blade smiles when Thancred sits down nearby. He doesn't mind the company at all, and in fact would prefer to have people to talk to.]
It looks like you're tired though, will you need rest?
[He definitely caught that slump before Thancred covered it up.]
no subject
[Blade's a little strange, sure, but fine enough to talk to.]
Have you had a chance to meet the little fellow over by the well, by chance?
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[When others can't find the right words, Blade is an expert at finding something to say.]
There's a little fellow over by the well?