He continues down the stairs to meet her, the upright nature of his step transformed into some thoughtless swagger by the loosened line of his shoulder. "Was it?"
For a moment, it seems like he might simply brush past her in the narrow stairwell - 'Hello and goodbye, Miss Jones'. Instead, he pauses just there on the stair above her, close to the wall should she have somewhere pressing to be. Even if he'd scrubbed clean every trace of tar and grease, the dark shirt he's wearing with it's macabre embroidery of pale skeletons about the collar is telltale enough.
wow excuse you he's clearly super cool
Date: 2018-11-08 07:41 pm (UTC)For a moment, it seems like he might simply brush past her in the narrow stairwell - 'Hello and goodbye, Miss Jones'. Instead, he pauses just there on the stair above her, close to the wall should she have somewhere pressing to be. Even if he'd scrubbed clean every trace of tar and grease, the dark shirt he's wearing with it's macabre embroidery of pale skeletons about the collar is telltale enough.
"I take it you've had your fill of dancing."