Richard ratchets down reflexively at the thump, his flinch contained to a hard blink and short breath, nerves successfully steeled short of flattening his hands to the table. The garter snake across his shoulders is less composed, but also less visible, the only trace of her a whip snap of disturbed magic under his collar.
He does not actually say Wysteria please.
The sentiment is carried instead in the break before he manages a, “I would very much like to see your work,” politely, in spite of himself. It helps that his curiosity is earnest. He does have paper.
“I prefer discretion whenever possible. Nothing I can do here requires much in the way of space or -- safety equipment.” The chair under him grates against the drag of his scoot back from the table; he stands and crosses back for the desk, where he’s able to shuffle a clean (but creased) sheet loose from the stack of books it was lost in. “On the subject of paper,” he begins as he returns, and retakes his seat, “who would I speak to about procuring more of it?”
This particular sheet is hers now, smoothed out and passed over.
no subject
He does not actually say Wysteria please.
The sentiment is carried instead in the break before he manages a, “I would very much like to see your work,” politely, in spite of himself. It helps that his curiosity is earnest. He does have paper.
“I prefer discretion whenever possible. Nothing I can do here requires much in the way of space or -- safety equipment.” The chair under him grates against the drag of his scoot back from the table; he stands and crosses back for the desk, where he’s able to shuffle a clean (but creased) sheet loose from the stack of books it was lost in. “On the subject of paper,” he begins as he returns, and retakes his seat, “who would I speak to about procuring more of it?”
This particular sheet is hers now, smoothed out and passed over.