Date: 2013-04-03 11:39 pm (UTC)
From: [personal profile] herr_bookman
All right, Autor was respectful at the door. He was respectful at the table. And he was respectful on the walk here.

Now he snickers. Autor opens the door without ceremony. He closes his eyes and grins. "Rabastan, I am going to love hearing your explaina--Oh."

To say Autor was quite a bit surprised when he opened his eyes would be quite a bit of a lie.

The rockery looked like a Zen garden had exploded. Rocks lined the shelves, taking up space on every surface. Some of them had outfits.

"So, it seems there are rocks," he says intelligently, to Elea.
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