I'm startled when the girl grabs hold of my hand and leads me toward the stairs. It's been a very long time since someone laid hands on me without my permission, something that always put my back up, but my options are either go with it, and shoot her father a helpless look, or resist, and come off looking like an ogre. I go for option one.
She chatters on at a million miles an hour, and I try to nod indulgently. It's impossible to remember all of the details, not without having some context to even make them make sense, but I do attempt to catch the highlights and store them away for later investigation.
She grows silent at one point, and the sheer lack of noise jars me into looking down. I find her looking back at me, her startling eyes watchful as an owl's. She's hiding something, and I know enough to know that an attempt to pry it out of her would only make her distrust me. I give her a quizzical look instead, and try to give a reassuring smile.
"And I saw Jarmyn's here, so the bar'll be open soon. And- And-"
She finally just flat runs out of steam, and I relax. "That was quite the tour. Thanks very much, Alice." I remember one of the things that was puzzling me and hazard a question. "Mr. Laclos is your father? Pardon the intrusion, but lovely as you are, you don't have his look."
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Date: 2012-01-24 02:41 am (UTC)She chatters on at a million miles an hour, and I try to nod indulgently. It's impossible to remember all of the details, not without having some context to even make them make sense, but I do attempt to catch the highlights and store them away for later investigation.
She grows silent at one point, and the sheer lack of noise jars me into looking down. I find her looking back at me, her startling eyes watchful as an owl's. She's hiding something, and I know enough to know that an attempt to pry it out of her would only make her distrust me. I give her a quizzical look instead, and try to give a reassuring smile.
"And I saw Jarmyn's here, so the bar'll be open soon. And- And-"
She finally just flat runs out of steam, and I relax. "That was quite the tour. Thanks very much, Alice." I remember one of the things that was puzzling me and hazard a question. "Mr. Laclos is your father? Pardon the intrusion, but lovely as you are, you don't have his look."