"Sure." She's an excellent communicator, as it happens, and Percy nods his head sharply, eyes bright beneath his furrowed brow. He hasn't quite decided whether to be nervous or excited or suspicious and has instead opted for all three.
He probably looks like a lunatic, he thinks as he downs the last few bites of meat and broth, then abandons his bowl to stalk over to the door. He's not actually that nervous now that he's agreed to the idea; instead, he's simply self-conscious, hoping against all hope that no one notices him slip outside.
By the time Vex joins him, he's leaning against the wall of the tavern, trying to get the grime out from under his fingernails. He straightens up at the sight of her and tries to get his voice under his own control. "Hello again."
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Date: 2024-12-31 08:32 pm (UTC)He probably looks like a lunatic, he thinks as he downs the last few bites of meat and broth, then abandons his bowl to stalk over to the door. He's not actually that nervous now that he's agreed to the idea; instead, he's simply self-conscious, hoping against all hope that no one notices him slip outside.
By the time Vex joins him, he's leaning against the wall of the tavern, trying to get the grime out from under his fingernails. He straightens up at the sight of her and tries to get his voice under his own control. "Hello again."