[Wandering into Research probably isn't the best indication of security, but luckily he is both sober and being relatively respectful, in the sense that he's not touching anything that he can't figure out and he's not moving anything, either.
He is, on the other hand, eating an apple, and currently staring at a long and very confusing document that lists -
- actually, Gannicus doesn't know what it lists. He can read, but it's truly a "barely" kind of thing.
He hears her come in, and he doesn't turn. He's in his usual subligaculum, but his boots do come up to his thighs, and he has his cloak sort of wrapped around his hips.]
What mess is this?
[He turns, and spots her, and she's younger than he imagined.]
no subject
He is, on the other hand, eating an apple, and currently staring at a long and very confusing document that lists -
- actually, Gannicus doesn't know what it lists. He can read, but it's truly a "barely" kind of thing.
He hears her come in, and he doesn't turn. He's in his usual subligaculum, but his boots do come up to his thighs, and he has his cloak sort of wrapped around his hips.]
What mess is this?
[He turns, and spots her, and she's younger than he imagined.]
Is this yours?