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Krel Ansell · 04-03-2020, 01:14 AM

Text Cut: Delyth

He hadn’t fallen over…his cane had tumbled but he hadn’t. Surely lady in the lift next to him could tell the difference between a black and white support cane and a 6 foot tall guy. Maybe she had hit her head? He eyed her speculatively through his very large, coke bottle lenses. Was it rude to ask? Maybe…last time he’d asked someone if they were alright, he’d gotten his head bit off. ”Unspeakable. Lefel nine,” he said answering her question and deciding to keep an eye on her for other odd behavior. In fact, now he was wondering if his bad eyes had been playing with him and the lift had brought them to the Atrium…

He pulled his hand back from her. It had been intended to make sure she didn’t fall over again, but the lift was traveling normally for the moment, so he felt like the touching had become uncomfortable. Also, for some reason, he had the feeling that Zita would kill him if she saw him like this. Even if their relationship was still in (and didn’t seem to be leaving) limbo. ”On mein vay home. “ And he was, despite the earliness of the day. He’d spent the entire night working on a potion. ”Ent you?” he asked making conversation.

04-03-2020, 01:14 AM	#14 (permalink)
Krel Ansell DMLE & DIMC Mooncalf Join Date: Jul 2003 Location: Drowning in files Posts: 7,071 x1	randomly tagged \| Norbert(a) \| The Wandmaker (tm) Text Cut: Delyth Quote: Originally Posted by GD2204 Delyth was, if ever so briefly, in her own world of rage, which might have looked comical to some. Standing there, her arms pressed to her sides stiffly as the doors closed, she stared forward for a moment before actually answering the man next to her “Oh..uh. Yes of course” reaching down now to pick up the cane that resided close to her feet. How had she been so unobservant? Well, that was obvious, the pain in her temple was a testament to that. As for the stairs, well, that was out of the question. The poor fellow looked like he was struggling to catch the lift up to the atrium, let alone walk up several flights of stairs and this blonde was not tall or strong enough to be a second walking stick for him. No thank you. Even now as he gingerly rested a hand on her shoulder, she could tell he wouldn’t have made it. Although, if he had asked, she wouldn’t have refused for fear of seeming rude. Take now for example, with his hand resting on her shoulder, the blonde didn’t show any sign of uncomfortableness at his touch even if he was leaning on her a little too much. Choosing to not focus on that, and also to distract her, Delyth asked the first question that popped into her head “So, when you’re not falling over people in lifts, what is it that you actually do?” her expression polite now. He hadn’t fallen over…his cane had tumbled but he hadn’t. Surely lady in the lift next to him could tell the difference between a black and white support cane and a 6 foot tall guy. Maybe she had hit her head? He eyed her speculatively through his very large, coke bottle lenses. Was it rude to ask? Maybe…last time he’d asked someone if they were alright, he’d gotten his head bit off. ”Unspeakable. Lefel nine,” he said answering her question and deciding to keep an eye on her for other odd behavior. In fact, now he was wondering if his bad eyes had been playing with him and the lift had brought them to the Atrium… He pulled his hand back from her. It had been intended to make sure she didn’t fall over again, but the lift was traveling normally for the moment, so he felt like the touching had become uncomfortable. Also, for some reason, he had the feeling that Zita would kill him if she saw him like this. Even if their relationship was still in (and didn’t seem to be leaving) limbo. ”On mein vay home. “ And he was, despite the earliness of the day. He’d spent the entire night working on a potion. ”Ent you?” he asked making conversation. __________________