[ Without a second's hesitation, he nods, standing on the spot and turning right around to march abruptly through the swinging doors behind him.
It takes him only an instant to reappear, but there's no telling how long he might've been gone on the other side -- his entire outfit has changed, a long, pristine white coat over a dark, high-collared shirt, matching pants and a pair of sharp boots, almost the photo negative of his usual somber uniform. A bird's feather is brushed off his shoulder with the motion as he steps forward, holding out a plate to her with one black-gloved hand.
Upon it, as per request, is her dessert. ]
One floating island, in the middle of the sea! That's almost poetic, you know. [ Or maybe just all food is, to someone like him. ] A sign of truly impeccable taste, if I do say so, myself.
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It takes him only an instant to reappear, but there's no telling how long he might've been gone on the other side -- his entire outfit has changed, a long, pristine white coat over a dark, high-collared shirt, matching pants and a pair of sharp boots, almost the photo negative of his usual somber uniform. A bird's feather is brushed off his shoulder with the motion as he steps forward, holding out a plate to her with one black-gloved hand.
Upon it, as per request, is her dessert. ]
One floating island, in the middle of the sea! That's almost poetic, you know. [ Or maybe just all food is, to someone like him. ] A sign of truly impeccable taste, if I do say so, myself.