[ ...Where Claude is already packing himself up for the day, So Fucking Done with all these morons trying to ask him underhanded questions about truly irrelevant shit. At the very least, he looks like he's having a grand old time evading comments by being passive-aggressive.
And, well.
He drifts out of the entrance hall, towards the exit...
...where he bumps into Iona and co., which he responds to with a raise of his brow and an almost reflexive 'pardon'...
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And, well.
He drifts out of the entrance hall, towards the exit...
...where he bumps into Iona and co., which he responds to with a raise of his brow and an almost reflexive 'pardon'...
...and, eventually, laughter. What a catch. ]
Ah.
My God, you three make a ragtag bunch.