03-20-2019, 12:48 PM
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The stranger had a dog with him, which was about as odd as anything else Raffe might have expected of Carmen's visitor. Curiosity livened his appraisal as he beckoned. The man's look in return tingled warmth across his skin. He hadn't thought to be self conscious, but he felt the hideous weight of the scarring now as he became aware that the other man saw that too. His fingers brushed against it like he could wipe it away.
Despite any fleeting discomfort, Raffle grinned, warm in greeting. “Rafael,” he said once the guy was within reasonable earshot. “Or just Raffe. The only one you'd be wise to stand on ceremony with here is Carmen.” He winced afterwards, and cleared his throat like the strain lingered. It would take time to get used to that.
Raffe followed into the office, but hung back at the doorway, leaning against the jamb. Both brows rose in a look to Carmen, but she ignored the amusement in favour of assessing her guest. “Coffee,” he murmured in agreement. “I could go for that.”
He winked at his boss, and slipped from the room.
Carmen gestured a chair if Nox so desired to take it. A wave flattened the financial reports that had littered holoscreens around her, but the work was only to pass the time until he'd arrived.
“I thought you said you had a dog.” She was not overly interested in meeting said canine, but since he promised it was well behaved she at least wanted to see that for herself. It could wait though. That he'd not traipsed the animal through without asking earned favour at least.
“The rooms are basic. They weren't intended as such but from time to time people have needed the refuge. Rafael is the only one regularly here at the moment.” Her expression tightened as the guilt flared. She wasn't ecstatic to talk about it, but Nox needed to know the whole picture. Why the club's doors had closed for a start. “You saw his scar?”
Despite any fleeting discomfort, Raffle grinned, warm in greeting. “Rafael,” he said once the guy was within reasonable earshot. “Or just Raffe. The only one you'd be wise to stand on ceremony with here is Carmen.” He winced afterwards, and cleared his throat like the strain lingered. It would take time to get used to that.
Raffe followed into the office, but hung back at the doorway, leaning against the jamb. Both brows rose in a look to Carmen, but she ignored the amusement in favour of assessing her guest. “Coffee,” he murmured in agreement. “I could go for that.”
He winked at his boss, and slipped from the room.
Carmen gestured a chair if Nox so desired to take it. A wave flattened the financial reports that had littered holoscreens around her, but the work was only to pass the time until he'd arrived.
“I thought you said you had a dog.” She was not overly interested in meeting said canine, but since he promised it was well behaved she at least wanted to see that for herself. It could wait though. That he'd not traipsed the animal through without asking earned favour at least.
“The rooms are basic. They weren't intended as such but from time to time people have needed the refuge. Rafael is the only one regularly here at the moment.” Her expression tightened as the guilt flared. She wasn't ecstatic to talk about it, but Nox needed to know the whole picture. Why the club's doors had closed for a start. “You saw his scar?”