[ As is customary, Sebastian at first only gives Heinrix a brief glance as he approaches. Any more than that would be impolite, at least when he’s playing at being the docile servant, but really, he doesn’t need more than a glance in the first place. He’s sharp, and he can make a frighteningly accurate assessment about someone from first impressions alone.
So, for Heinrix, he quickly sees a man that he would describe as harried. And, honestly? He feels something almost like sympathy for that. It’s a feeling he knows well from trying to keep the manor smoothly operating… But there’s the other little details too. That wax seal is curious, for example, and that’s enough for Sebastian to decide it’s worth making this man’s acquaintance.
He’s in the process of tidying up one of the hallways, having spent the majority of the morning scrubbing at the walls to remove the remainders of violence. So, artwork has to come off the walls, vases on pedestals removed, et cetera. It’s a marked improvement from the last time Heinrix would have come this way, certainly, though he might not notice it at the moment. With a few trinkets in one hand and a vase in the other, Sebastian turns Heinrix’s way and—
As if he hadn’t realized that Heinrix was there, Sebastian stumbles very naturally, and the vase slips from his grip. It’s a show of very quick reflexes as he’s quick to drop the less fragile trinkets and lunge for the vase instead, catching it gingerly in his silk-gloved hands. The decorative books and candles spill across the hall, but Sebastian just sighs in relief. ]
Goodness— No, please, it was my error in not paying proper attention…
[ Similarly, there’s a good bit that Heinrix can learn from Sebastian’s voice alone—or at least of the impression that Sebastian very much wants to give. His voice is polite and accented in a way that implies wealth, though clearly, not personally. It’s gentle and pleasant, and while not warm, the coolness is that of a seasoned professional. This is a man who is a servant, but the sort that would be at the highest echelons of society.
He sets the vase down safely on a nearby little sconce (not quite its proper place, but it’ll do), then returns to start picking up the pieces that he’d dropped alongside Heinrix. ]
I was in my own little world there… I shall take it as a sign that it is indeed time for a break after all the morning’s work.
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So, for Heinrix, he quickly sees a man that he would describe as harried. And, honestly? He feels something almost like sympathy for that. It’s a feeling he knows well from trying to keep the manor smoothly operating… But there’s the other little details too. That wax seal is curious, for example, and that’s enough for Sebastian to decide it’s worth making this man’s acquaintance.
He’s in the process of tidying up one of the hallways, having spent the majority of the morning scrubbing at the walls to remove the remainders of violence. So, artwork has to come off the walls, vases on pedestals removed, et cetera. It’s a marked improvement from the last time Heinrix would have come this way, certainly, though he might not notice it at the moment. With a few trinkets in one hand and a vase in the other, Sebastian turns Heinrix’s way and—
As if he hadn’t realized that Heinrix was there, Sebastian stumbles very naturally, and the vase slips from his grip. It’s a show of very quick reflexes as he’s quick to drop the less fragile trinkets and lunge for the vase instead, catching it gingerly in his silk-gloved hands. The decorative books and candles spill across the hall, but Sebastian just sighs in relief. ]
Goodness— No, please, it was my error in not paying proper attention…
[ Similarly, there’s a good bit that Heinrix can learn from Sebastian’s voice alone—or at least of the impression that Sebastian very much wants to give. His voice is polite and accented in a way that implies wealth, though clearly, not personally. It’s gentle and pleasant, and while not warm, the coolness is that of a seasoned professional. This is a man who is a servant, but the sort that would be at the highest echelons of society.
He sets the vase down safely on a nearby little sconce (not quite its proper place, but it’ll do), then returns to start picking up the pieces that he’d dropped alongside Heinrix. ]
I was in my own little world there… I shall take it as a sign that it is indeed time for a break after all the morning’s work.