[ What a hurricane of an introduction. Claude barely has time to make a crisp retort about what exactly Iona means by "being so" before he finds himself left alone with this young lady and her inscrutable smile— he's almost inclined to "be so", just to prove a point to Iona (this is just how he is, thank you very much), but he elects to be an adult in this situation.
Or, well. As adult as he can manage in his current condition.
Folding his hands neatly on his lap, he fixes green eyes on his newfound conversation partner. Finds that there's something about that expression on her face that he relates to; amiability as a weapon, a tool.
He returns it in kind, a charming smile that doesn't quite warm his features. ]
I gathered. I sympathize. [ ah yes here it is, same old claude ] Do remember not to believe the things she says about me— I'm hardly a regular.
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Or, well. As adult as he can manage in his current condition.
Folding his hands neatly on his lap, he fixes green eyes on his newfound conversation partner. Finds that there's something about that expression on her face that he relates to; amiability as a weapon, a tool.
He returns it in kind, a charming smile that doesn't quite warm his features. ]
I gathered. I sympathize. [ ah yes here it is, same old claude ] Do remember not to believe the things she says about me— I'm hardly a regular.