[ his mouth is open even as her knuckles come to the door, and whatever it is that keeps the words in his mouth is a matter of opinion. he's certainly never been afraid to speak his mind, despite the content or the audience. that he's formed some fragile rapport with a girl who is barely more than that, a girl, that nearly the entirety of their conversations are bickering- doesn't occur to him. she tells him to mind his manners and chuck wants to bark back that this is her stupid idea- that she' the one checking on him. turning up with clothes and questions- herding him around the city like he's some adopted charge.
but the door comes open all the same and the moment is lost.
the man standing there is as much what he expected as he isn't- though this is owed largely to chuck's absolute lack thereof. there's a guarded gratitude in his expression, because there has to be something when he's wearing the guy's clothes- but verbal extensions don't appear forthcoming. lady's tail bats against chuck's knee, and he doesn't look down. ranger hansen. it's the first time in what feels like an age that anyone's said it with that kind of inflection. his spine straightens on reflex, and the dip of his chin is fractional- but present nonetheless. ]
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but the door comes open all the same and the moment is lost.
the man standing there is as much what he expected as he isn't- though this is owed largely to chuck's absolute lack thereof. there's a guarded gratitude in his expression, because there has to be something when he's wearing the guy's clothes- but verbal extensions don't appear forthcoming. lady's tail bats against chuck's knee, and he doesn't look down. ranger hansen. it's the first time in what feels like an age that anyone's said it with that kind of inflection. his spine straightens on reflex, and the dip of his chin is fractional- but present nonetheless. ]
Mister Clarke.