Aw, a domestic dispute. How adorable. Autor has the audacity to yawn. Primarily to mask his discomfort at being privy to something he really has nothing to do with, but also because he last slept on... Monday? He thinks? Maybe Sunday? I know I had a nap in there somewhere. He writes it off as having just too much work to do to worry about that sort of thing.
"But you've seen it now, right?" he says, lazing against the wall. In so much as he ever lazes, or even can. "So Rabastan's not mad--aside from the whole rock business."
Honestly, he really shouldn't say anything. He'll only make the situation worse.
Clearly there's something interesting in that room, but given the amount of flushing Elea was doing earlier... Well. Autor's finding his natural inclination to investigate is a little dulled tonight, strangely enough.
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Date: 2013-04-07 03:19 am (UTC)"But you've seen it now, right?" he says, lazing against the wall. In so much as he ever lazes, or even can. "So Rabastan's not mad--aside from the whole rock business."
Honestly, he really shouldn't say anything. He'll only make the situation worse.
Clearly there's something interesting in that room, but given the amount of flushing Elea was doing earlier... Well. Autor's finding his natural inclination to investigate is a little dulled tonight, strangely enough.