( his gaze cuts immediately to his chest, brow furrowing. his kefta is nominally free of egg goo, even if something of the smell still lingers, and there's a marked reluctance at the thought of parting with it, especially now that it's no longer saturated. )
I haven't.
( the majority of his wanderings had been contained to places of practical interest. the aid station, the armoury, the theatre and of course the baths.
he runs a hand across his jaw, considering. ) Could you show me the way?
no subject
( his gaze cuts immediately to his chest, brow furrowing. his kefta is nominally free of egg goo, even if something of the smell still lingers, and there's a marked reluctance at the thought of parting with it, especially now that it's no longer saturated. )
I haven't.
( the majority of his wanderings had been contained to places of practical interest. the aid station, the armoury, the theatre and of course the baths.
he runs a hand across his jaw, considering. ) Could you show me the way?