[ Sebastian, meet your most heaven-sent match. Sebastian is the type that noticed everyone, isn't he? Heinrix is often about the manor with a pinched furrow between his brow, a tightened jaw, and the look of a man with the weight of the entire world on his shoulders. Really, the weight of a drukhari. Surely, the world would not think to weigh him down more with something worse, would it?
He's not looking where he's going. It's rare for Heinrix, but he's had a poor few days, hasn't he? It's always a poor few days. He looks rather stuffed into whatever outfit he's managed to throw together, but Sebastian is observant enough to notice the little signs of hand-made alterations. One of the buttons on his polio has a wax seal implanted into it. The tag on the inside of his shirt is longer than normal. The belt he has on has been meticulously inscribed. Little signs. Little tells.
He bumps into the demon butler with a distracted air, and he says: ]
Oh — apologies.
I didn't mean to.
[ He holds up his hands, and looks around. Had he dropped anything? He looks primed to start helping him pick them up. ]
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He's not looking where he's going. It's rare for Heinrix, but he's had a poor few days, hasn't he? It's always a poor few days. He looks rather stuffed into whatever outfit he's managed to throw together, but Sebastian is observant enough to notice the little signs of hand-made alterations. One of the buttons on his polio has a wax seal implanted into it. The tag on the inside of his shirt is longer than normal. The belt he has on has been meticulously inscribed. Little signs. Little tells.
He bumps into the
demonbutler with a distracted air, and he says: ]Oh — apologies.
I didn't mean to.
[ He holds up his hands, and looks around. Had he dropped anything? He looks primed to start helping him pick them up. ]