[ Rook finds that he isn't all that surprised with how quickly the other responds to that in the negative. there is something so very serious about the other, something made of tempered steel at his core. part of Rook feels bad for the teens that try to get away with shit in here now, because he is sure that a scowl from him would be more than enough to terrify.
and yet-- Rook finds himself laughing a little more as he moves a little farther into the back room, putting his tea on the table and unbuttoning his jacket to hang it up. there is colour on his cheeks because he knows that what he is saying is more than a little strange. but it is the truth, there are times when he just wants to enjoy the silence of the different wings, see the statues and paintings and bits of old rock in the early morning light without the hustle and bustle of the day around them. not that they were less beautiful then, just--
there was a little more to them at this time. also, at closing, but Rook didn't often have time then to wander the halls, too tired from the day and needing to get home. and not just to feed his cat, though he is sure that was part of it. ]
That isn't-- [ one moment, he needs to think about that for a moment because-- what?] Ah I mean, not that I don't like the statues but, I can't say I have found myself fancying any of the ladies.
[ a pause while he opens his thermos, pulling a mug from one of the cubbies against the wall to pour some tea in it to offer.]
Should I make sure you don't get distracted in the greek sculpture wing, is that what you are telling me there, Pan?
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Date: 2019-02-15 08:52 pm (UTC)and yet-- Rook finds himself laughing a little more as he moves a little farther into the back room, putting his tea on the table and unbuttoning his jacket to hang it up. there is colour on his cheeks because he knows that what he is saying is more than a little strange. but it is the truth, there are times when he just wants to enjoy the silence of the different wings, see the statues and paintings and bits of old rock in the early morning light without the hustle and bustle of the day around them. not that they were less beautiful then, just--
there was a little more to them at this time. also, at closing, but Rook didn't often have time then to wander the halls, too tired from the day and needing to get home. and not just to feed his cat, though he is sure that was part of it. ]
That isn't-- [ one moment, he needs to think about that for a moment because-- what?] Ah I mean, not that I don't like the statues but, I can't say I have found myself fancying any of the ladies.
[ a pause while he opens his thermos, pulling a mug from one of the cubbies against the wall to pour some tea in it to offer.]
Should I make sure you don't get distracted in the greek sculpture wing, is that what you are telling me there, Pan?