[Thot spilling across the floor briefly draws the eye, but prompts no glance toward the bedroom door. No beat of quiet to listen to approaching footsteps or to wait for some alteration in the murmuring sounds of the not too distant company. If that were all it took to spoil the evening, they'd have bigger problems to concern themselves with.]
I'm not much for heights.
[Fitcher turns a few pages further through her current sheaf and then, with a dismissive flick of the wrist shunts them back into their folio. This she folds in half and tucks under the packet of letters as if out of obligation. Other documents must go missing alongside the letters, after all.
She looks at him—slightly up at him, given her lounging.]
I suppose we can't stay for the rest of the party.
no subject
I'm not much for heights.
[Fitcher turns a few pages further through her current sheaf and then, with a dismissive flick of the wrist shunts them back into their folio. This she folds in half and tucks under the packet of letters as if out of obligation. Other documents must go missing alongside the letters, after all.
She looks at him—slightly up at him, given her lounging.]
I suppose we can't stay for the rest of the party.
[Ha ha.]