[ listen, there's no "kitten" dropped today, so let's count that as a success.
he doesn't display any emotions he can't afford to have found out. judging by the way she glances over him, he doesn't doubt she has already surmised his own stance on their current predicament. yet, he keeps up his usual relaxed stance, nothing in his stride hinting to him feeling any semblance of unease. he's about to move a hand to the inside of his pocket, except he then feels the firm contact of her grip over his arm, and he can't help the quirk of his lips, and an exhale peppered with humor.
while it may have been a chaste, entirely innocent point of contact, he can't deny the warmth remains on his clothes, even as she pulls away. ] Why are you thanking me? You only helped yourself. [ when they enter the elevator, he simply watches her. a certain intensity behind his gaze. but, there's also something a bit less punitive behind it, a bit softer. albeit, it doesn't last for long before it opens up into the long stretch of a darkened hallway. ] You sound relieved.
[ without delving much deeper into the topic, he suddenly draws his hand towards her. he leaves it open, palms up, as if in offer to her. ] In the meantime, how about I make up for your gratitude earlier? [ if he didn't deserve her thanks yet, it didn't mean he couldn't give her a reason to feel actually thankful.
but, it also made sense. the hallways were darker, not capturing as much street lights, or the hint of the moon behind the inky spread of darkened cloud in the grey skies. ]
[ must he word it like that... she's not part of his fan club.
but that's fine. clorinde's expression maintains the usual neutrality, her gaze focused on the numbers above the elevator doors as his settles on her. it's not as if they've interacted frequently before this—aside from a few coworkers that she shares a break with, she tends to keep to herself, even if that means she may be more privy to whatever goes on in the office. but perhaps that's why he seems to have taken such an interest in her. ]
You could say that. I wasn't anticipating to spend the night.
[ but there isn't anything she can do about it now. she gets about a foot outside the elevator before he speaks up again, looking down at his hand. it's true the hallway is dark, and while there's less people up here, it's still better to exercise caution.
the pros outweigh the cons, and clorinde isn't so prideful as to refuse help when it's offered. so she takes his hand without further hesitation. ]
her statement is fair, all things considered. even for this city, it was unusual for snowstorms of his caliber to sweep through. but, her highlighting the rarity of the situation only makes it seem like less of an accidental happenings than an opportunity. then again, he wasn't the type to squander away chances. at least not like this. ]
If everything moved within your anticipation, wouldn't that be dull? [ ominously framed words aside, he gives a small nod. ]
Good choice.
[ when she takes his hand, his fingers gradually wrap around hers. maybe it's from the lack of heating but the contact of skin feels cool, while a gradual warmth permeates the contact between their palms. he looks back down to their hands, even as he leads them down this hall. does he actually know where he's going? it's a mystery, but it's true that he walks onwards without any hint of reservation, no lingering wonder of which door is their room.
he takes the card back out of his pocket, and it unlocks the door with the sound of a click and the green light the only thing illuminating the hall. he swings the door open and holds the door open, not releasing her hand right away even when he probably should to allow her to pass him. ]
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he doesn't display any emotions he can't afford to have found out. judging by the way she glances over him, he doesn't doubt she has already surmised his own stance on their current predicament. yet, he keeps up his usual relaxed stance, nothing in his stride hinting to him feeling any semblance of unease. he's about to move a hand to the inside of his pocket, except he then feels the firm contact of her grip over his arm, and he can't help the quirk of his lips, and an exhale peppered with humor.
while it may have been a chaste, entirely innocent point of contact, he can't deny the warmth remains on his clothes, even as she pulls away. ] Why are you thanking me? You only helped yourself. [ when they enter the elevator, he simply watches her. a certain intensity behind his gaze. but, there's also something a bit less punitive behind it, a bit softer. albeit, it doesn't last for long before it opens up into the long stretch of a darkened hallway. ] You sound relieved.
[ without delving much deeper into the topic, he suddenly draws his hand towards her. he leaves it open, palms up, as if in offer to her. ] In the meantime, how about I make up for your gratitude earlier? [ if he didn't deserve her thanks yet, it didn't mean he couldn't give her a reason to feel actually thankful.
but, it also made sense. the hallways were darker, not capturing as much street lights, or the hint of the moon behind the inky spread of darkened cloud in the grey skies. ]
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but that's fine. clorinde's expression maintains the usual neutrality, her gaze focused on the numbers above the elevator doors as his settles on her. it's not as if they've interacted frequently before this—aside from a few coworkers that she shares a break with, she tends to keep to herself, even if that means she may be more privy to whatever goes on in the office. but perhaps that's why he seems to have taken such an interest in her. ]
You could say that. I wasn't anticipating to spend the night.
[ but there isn't anything she can do about it now. she gets about a foot outside the elevator before he speaks up again, looking down at his hand. it's true the hallway is dark, and while there's less people up here, it's still better to exercise caution.
the pros outweigh the cons, and clorinde isn't so prideful as to refuse help when it's offered. so she takes his hand without further hesitation. ]
Then, I'm in your hands.
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her statement is fair, all things considered. even for this city, it was unusual for snowstorms of his caliber to sweep through. but, her highlighting the rarity of the situation only makes it seem like less of an accidental happenings than an opportunity. then again, he wasn't the type to squander away chances. at least not like this. ]
If everything moved within your anticipation, wouldn't that be dull? [ ominously framed words aside, he gives a small nod. ]
Good choice.
[ when she takes his hand, his fingers gradually wrap around hers. maybe it's from the lack of heating but the contact of skin feels cool, while a gradual warmth permeates the contact between their palms. he looks back down to their hands, even as he leads them down this hall. does he actually know where he's going? it's a mystery, but it's true that he walks onwards without any hint of reservation, no lingering wonder of which door is their room.
he takes the card back out of his pocket, and it unlocks the door with the sound of a click and the green light the only thing illuminating the hall. he swings the door open and holds the door open, not releasing her hand right away even when he probably should to allow her to pass him. ]