[Though entirely unintended, there's the immediate sense of having intruded. It's late, this is somebody's home, and--
He looks over his shoulder quickly when he hears the door click shut.
Arthur gets a quick scan. An up-down shift of his eyes as he takes in details. He doesn't venture to step away from his position near the door.]
No, thanks. [His native Russian accent bleeds lightly into his words. He takes a breath that's an obvious effort to steady himself.] This might just be a bad idea.
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Date: 2025-03-14 11:16 pm (UTC)He looks over his shoulder quickly when he hears the door click shut.
Arthur gets a quick scan. An up-down shift of his eyes as he takes in details. He doesn't venture to step away from his position near the door.]
No, thanks. [His native Russian accent bleeds lightly into his words. He takes a breath that's an obvious effort to steady himself.] This might just be a bad idea.