Richard turns his head to follow the arc of the discarded limb in flight. It rocks to rest in the pile, and he fixes back on Ellis, only to pause mid-sleeve roll, still out of his element, teetering uneasily on the cusp of suspicion.
“Thank you,” he says. “So do you.”
He doesn't glance down to undone tunic laces. That would be weird. He looks at the broken statue instead, because it's there.
What a normal exchange. Well done to everyone involved. He finishes rolling, and nods again, this time at Ellis’ assurance that he hasn’t been called here with the expectation that he’ll be effective as heavy labor. Or as a joke.
“Are these chickens for eggs or chickens for science?”
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Date: 2020-08-21 03:38 am (UTC)“Thank you,” he says. “So do you.”
He doesn't glance down to undone tunic laces. That would be weird. He looks at the broken statue instead, because it's there.
What a normal exchange. Well done to everyone involved. He finishes rolling, and nods again, this time at Ellis’ assurance that he hasn’t been called here with the expectation that he’ll be effective as heavy labor. Or as a joke.
“Are these chickens for eggs or chickens for science?”