[ he doesn't feel like it's awkward—at least on his part. maybe that says something about the moment, glancing in dorian's direction when he pushes the window open. it's far enough from him that all he sees is the residual gloss of light on parts of the wall as it fills some of the space and highlights dorian's features. larus can't help the way he stares, immediately drawn to the shadows and the natural elegance of his skin. it's something, he thinks distantly, that casimir would do on occasion, pushing open the doors of his balcony and letting the air inside during the day if he still happened to be there. the thought is a nice one, though it sparks some strange guilt in larus as he looks away.
a glance at his phone, and he puts it aside. ]
No. Gossip, warnings – if you like that sort of thing.
[ some of it could be useful, but he's not that interested in it. after a second or two, he turns to look at him again. ]
no subject
a glance at his phone, and he puts it aside. ]
No. Gossip, warnings – if you like that sort of thing.
[ some of it could be useful, but he's not that interested in it. after a second or two, he turns to look at him again. ]
What are you doing today?