[ the frown that had crept up slides right back into place, letting him go without a word beyond some quiet acknowledgement. he doesn't even know who that is, but there's no point being so obviously about it, watching him go and listening to his heartbeat when dorian's no longer physically in the room.
it gives larus time to sit and think, not moving from his seat as he takes in the things he hadn't noticed there the first time he'd visited dorian's place. he doesn't like this feeling at all, and if he's expected to live there, what would it be like all the time? perhaps he should make some inquiries about the contract and what is or isn't necessary to add. a precaution, of course, and after a few minutes, with a thought still nagging at him, he decides to venture into the kitchen, searching quietly through the cabinets until he finds a bag; the jacket that had been discarded in the trash is stuffed inside before he ties it shut, washing his hands in the sink so as not to get any of the dried blood anywhere.
maybe someone can fix it. he doesn't know, but it's worth trying.
and by the time dorian returns, larus is once again sitting where he'd left him, scrolling through the network and some other assorted things he's found to read. it's not very interesting, and he's clearly doing it for the sake of something to do rather than anything else. ]
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it gives larus time to sit and think, not moving from his seat as he takes in the things he hadn't noticed there the first time he'd visited dorian's place. he doesn't like this feeling at all, and if he's expected to live there, what would it be like all the time? perhaps he should make some inquiries about the contract and what is or isn't necessary to add. a precaution, of course, and after a few minutes, with a thought still nagging at him, he decides to venture into the kitchen, searching quietly through the cabinets until he finds a bag; the jacket that had been discarded in the trash is stuffed inside before he ties it shut, washing his hands in the sink so as not to get any of the dried blood anywhere.
maybe someone can fix it. he doesn't know, but it's worth trying.
and by the time dorian returns, larus is once again sitting where he'd left him, scrolling through the network and some other assorted things he's found to read. it's not very interesting, and he's clearly doing it for the sake of something to do rather than anything else. ]