Tony stands there for a moment, recovering from the absolute fucking deluge he's just traipsed through. The hooded cloak he's thrown over his clothes only half-helped and now runs with water to puddle around his feet as Drakonis rains fall silver behind him.
Then, he steps in, pushing back the hood and making a cursory effort to fix wet-curled hair as he kicks the door closed. Under an arm is a half-crushed box from that one place that does breakfast pastries, and a leather scroll case wedged at the corner of his elbow. ]
Umbrellas! [ he yells, as a means of announcing his arrival. Quieter; ] Put it on the list.
action.
Tony stands there for a moment, recovering from the absolute fucking deluge he's just traipsed through. The hooded cloak he's thrown over his clothes only half-helped and now runs with water to puddle around his feet as Drakonis rains fall silver behind him.
Then, he steps in, pushing back the hood and making a cursory effort to fix wet-curled hair as he kicks the door closed. Under an arm is a half-crushed box from that one place that does breakfast pastries, and a leather scroll case wedged at the corner of his elbow. ]
Umbrellas! [ he yells, as a means of announcing his arrival. Quieter; ] Put it on the list.