03-20-2019, 08:16 AM
(This post was last modified: 03-20-2019, 09:21 AM by Raffe.
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Raffe yawned as he shuffled barefoot into the office, raking a hand through the haystack of his hair. Confusion knit his brow into a question. The lights were on; unusual at this time of the morning, even for Carmen. Her head was bowed over whatever had drawn her here, but he didn’t much pause to look at the flickering screens. “There’s knocking?” The barest thread of a whisper had returned if he really pushed. It hurt, honestly, but no so much as the fear he’d never speak again. He’d spent the last week racked by flu and the fever-dreams had been terrifying. Seemed his luck was in the shit house, though he felt normal now.
Carmen looked up from the desk. Her eyes took in the screen of her phone with a frown before she met his eye. “I asked someone to meet me this morning. You should stick around, actually. I want to know what you think of him.” Little flickered in her expression, but knowing Carmen she had not exactly been oblivious to the pound against the door. She’d been waiting for it to rouse him. Curiosity stirred, but mostly Raffe was still waking up, so he only nodded. “Do me a favour and let him in? Then perhaps you ought to consider getting dressed.”
A good-natured grin tipped his mouth. A dressing gown draped his shoulders, tied loose at the middle, but he wore pajama bottoms under that. Hardly indecent, but certainly not very professional. Maybe that was the greater sin in Carmen’s eyes.
The stranger waited at the main entrance, but it was a side door Raffe opened. Shouting wasn’t going to work given the scars at his throat so he whistled instead, and beckoned with a hand.
Carmen looked up from the desk. Her eyes took in the screen of her phone with a frown before she met his eye. “I asked someone to meet me this morning. You should stick around, actually. I want to know what you think of him.” Little flickered in her expression, but knowing Carmen she had not exactly been oblivious to the pound against the door. She’d been waiting for it to rouse him. Curiosity stirred, but mostly Raffe was still waking up, so he only nodded. “Do me a favour and let him in? Then perhaps you ought to consider getting dressed.”
A good-natured grin tipped his mouth. A dressing gown draped his shoulders, tied loose at the middle, but he wore pajama bottoms under that. Hardly indecent, but certainly not very professional. Maybe that was the greater sin in Carmen’s eyes.
The stranger waited at the main entrance, but it was a side door Raffe opened. Shouting wasn’t going to work given the scars at his throat so he whistled instead, and beckoned with a hand.