Perhaps that was the wrong question to ask? He's quiet as he watches and listens, taking note of each little movement to determine if he should pry or not. Ultimately he's deciding now isn't the time for that, if ever.
"I... see. I would hope that they return home, but how would anyone truly know if they did or not..." Does he trust the word of this supposed fog god? Absolutely not.
Ah, the documents. He's quietly flipping through them and reading what he can, mostly the information that would be relevant and appropriate for him to know. It seems straightforward enough and he's certain that there's no sort of catch or anything that might make things more difficult in the future. So, at least, he's going to sign them fairly quickly in what might as well look like chicken scratch. It's fine.
At least one of them can not be a total mess.
"I think I shall add it onto the list for the future if I return, then. I do prefer seeing other cultures than remaining stagnant in my own, only so much one can take London." And he detests it some days, but that's neither here nor there.
There it is again. It's strange to hear someone actually want to hear his tales, having figured they weren't remotely interesting to anyone. Hopefully he can take a few deep breaths to calm his nerves and not be more of a nervous mess than he already is.
How did he manage to get him this stupid?
"I-if you really want to hear them, I suppose?" That was meeker than he meant.
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Date: 2019-10-12 05:32 am (UTC)"I... see. I would hope that they return home, but how would anyone truly know if they did or not..." Does he trust the word of this supposed fog god? Absolutely not.
Ah, the documents. He's quietly flipping through them and reading what he can, mostly the information that would be relevant and appropriate for him to know. It seems straightforward enough and he's certain that there's no sort of catch or anything that might make things more difficult in the future. So, at least, he's going to sign them fairly quickly in what might as well look like chicken scratch. It's fine.
At least one of them can not be a total mess.
"I think I shall add it onto the list for the future if I return, then. I do prefer seeing other cultures than remaining stagnant in my own, only so much one can take London." And he detests it some days, but that's neither here nor there.
There it is again. It's strange to hear someone actually want to hear his tales, having figured they weren't remotely interesting to anyone. Hopefully he can take a few deep breaths to calm his nerves and not be more of a nervous mess than he already is.
How did he manage to get him this stupid?
"I-if you really want to hear them, I suppose?" That was meeker than he meant.