[Slipping right past him. His eyes drift everywhere: along the windows, across his floor, to trace the nearly-bare shelving. He sits, though, rigidly, uncomfortably alert despite their charming surroundings. Hands on knees, holding soldier-stiff posture. The strangest he's felt. Trying to relax a bit more.
F... facts...
[Slipping right past him. His eyes drift everywhere: along the windows, across his floor, to trace the nearly-bare shelving. He sits, though, rigidly, uncomfortably alert despite their charming surroundings. Hands on knees, holding soldier-stiff posture. The strangest he's felt. Trying to relax a bit more.
He's eyeing the sweets.]
Are these for anyone?
[Small but hopeful.]