[ he's been resting since the confrontation with the Knightly Maiden and her great mechanical beast. returning to (most of) his true side had been... unexpectedly tiring. so he'd stepped off field as graciously as he ever did anything, deciding to wait in Meropide.
to keep guardian over his tired friends, to sit by the doorway in case he was needed.
he'd brought a copy of A Punch Man to share with Wriothesley while they'd tried not to spend hours staring at the floor of his office, staring down, waiting, wondering; eventually, he'd managed to close his eyes and pretend at sleep--
and then Rose's voice rings through his head like a clarion bell and he stands up, setting the book down on the corner of Wriothesley's desk for his pleasure later, quitting the Duke's couch to powerwalk down to portal, to his friend. ]
Be right down!
[ he says with a jaunty little jingle, resisting the urge to hop down from the stairwell to be closer to Rose that much quicker. ]
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to keep guardian over his tired friends, to sit by the doorway in case he was needed.
he'd brought a copy of A Punch Man to share with Wriothesley while they'd tried not to spend hours staring at the floor of his office, staring down, waiting, wondering; eventually, he'd managed to close his eyes and pretend at sleep--
and then Rose's voice rings through his head like a clarion bell and he stands up, setting the book down on the corner of Wriothesley's desk for his pleasure later, quitting the Duke's couch to powerwalk down to portal, to his friend. ]
Be right down!
[ he says with a jaunty little jingle, resisting the urge to hop down from the stairwell to be closer to Rose that much quicker. ]