[It's easy to hear Wysteria coming. Her boots have a hard sole on the that go tak-tak-tak as she makes her way along the corridor, and she is accompanied by a little white dog so thrilled to be moving from one point in space to the next that his little nails drum a very similar beat before her.
The dog is, in fact, the first one through the door. He bounds directly for the stranger, quite eager to jump up and put his small paws all over the man's shins and knees and whatever else in a bid to say hello hello hello what have you got in your hand bark bark bark. Wysteria is only a half stride behind him. Her reception is markedly less warm.
She screams, dropping a great deal of papers there on the doorstep.]
Sweet gods in Heaven—!
[(You'd be startled too if you walked into work thinking about airships and found a half naked man standing there.)]
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The dog is, in fact, the first one through the door. He bounds directly for the stranger, quite eager to jump up and put his small paws all over the man's shins and knees and whatever else in a bid to say hello hello hello what have you got in your hand bark bark bark. Wysteria is only a half stride behind him. Her reception is markedly less warm.
She screams, dropping a great deal of papers there on the doorstep.]
Sweet gods in Heaven—!
[(You'd be startled too if you walked into work thinking about airships and found a half naked man standing there.)]