There is a catch in Richard’s step at the movement, even before he’s heard his name — a casual changing of direction that is too little, too late. He has to stop and turn at the sound of his name, the breath he’d taken in to brace himself with let out in a passably polite, ] Hello, Miss Poppell.
[ He is drawn; there are circles around his eyes, and his collar is flared, the tunic under his vest pulled on from yesterday’s laundry for the sole purpose of this one errand he’s gotten dressed to attend to. ]
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Date: 2020-11-02 06:37 am (UTC)There is a catch in Richard’s step at the movement, even before he’s heard his name — a casual changing of direction that is too little, too late. He has to stop and turn at the sound of his name, the breath he’d taken in to brace himself with let out in a passably polite, ] Hello, Miss Poppell.
[ He is drawn; there are circles around his
eyes, and his collar is flared, the tunic under his vest pulled on from yesterday’s laundry for the sole purpose of this one errand he’s gotten dressed to attend to. ]
What a coincidence.