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i m a g i n e · 01-09-2011, 02:15 AM

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Originally Posted by Roselyn

Hearing the light shuffling sound of footsteps behind him, having not noticed the door opening the first time, Bryce glanced over to the side, wondering if it were the shopkeeper coming to… well he'd just like to see what the shopkeeper would try to do to tell the truth. However, the woman definitely did not look like a shopkeeper, considering the fact she was indeed, browsing.

Letting his expression soften, the man glanced back towards the messenger boy before letting go of the guy and taking a step back, fixing his own jacket and running a hand through his hair. Alright, so maybe he overreacted a little, but, he couldn't help it. At least not this time. On the other hand, it would be rude to continue with their conversation in the presence of a lady.

Taking a deep breath, Bryce eyed the man before his gaze flickered back to the woman. Well it seemed he'll just have to finish this conversation another time. Like, after his little meeting he needed to get to. "Good evening." He said pleasantly with a grin to the woman, sliding his hands into the front pockets of his dark jeans.

Nope. Nothing to see here.

Isla was always a quite perceptive person and being in Knockturn Alley, it was on full blast. Her blue eyes snapped from the tag she had been thumbing over, to one of the huddled men she had seen upon entering the rickety and dark shop. Taking a slow and steady step towards him, she noticed in the light that he wasn't the type to even be near here. What gives?

She curtly nodded her hooded head to him. "Evening," She spoke, the mix of her native British accent mingling around the newly acquired American slur. Maybe taking a job at the American Library wasn't the best career choice she had made. "You don't look like the normal sort that come through here." Indeed, she had been here many times. For supplies for both her professions.

01-09-2011, 02:15 AM	#15 (permalink)
i m a g i n e Plimpy Join Date: May 2004 Location: Kirkwall Posts: 15,042 Hogwarts RPG Name: Fauna L. Gregor Sixth Year	Grey Warden ✗ Fenris ♥ ✗ Archdemon Slayer ✗ Champion of Kirkwall Quote: Originally Posted by Roselyn Hearing the light shuffling sound of footsteps behind him, having not noticed the door opening the first time, Bryce glanced over to the side, wondering if it were the shopkeeper coming to… well he'd just like to see what the shopkeeper would try to do to tell the truth. However, the woman definitely did not look like a shopkeeper, considering the fact she was indeed, browsing. Letting his expression soften, the man glanced back towards the messenger boy before letting go of the guy and taking a step back, fixing his own jacket and running a hand through his hair. Alright, so maybe he overreacted a little, but, he couldn't help it. At least not this time. On the other hand, it would be rude to continue with their conversation in the presence of a lady. Taking a deep breath, Bryce eyed the man before his gaze flickered back to the woman. Well it seemed he'll just have to finish this conversation another time. Like, after his little meeting he needed to get to. "Good evening." He said pleasantly with a grin to the woman, sliding his hands into the front pockets of his dark jeans. Nope. Nothing to see here. Isla was always a quite perceptive person and being in Knockturn Alley, it was on full blast. Her blue eyes snapped from the tag she had been thumbing over, to one of the huddled men she had seen upon entering the rickety and dark shop. Taking a slow and steady step towards him, she noticed in the light that he wasn't the type to even be near here. What gives? She curtly nodded her hooded head to him. "Evening," She spoke, the mix of her native British accent mingling around the newly acquired American slur. Maybe taking a job at the American Library wasn't the best career choice she had made. "You don't look like the normal sort that come through here." Indeed, she had been here many times. For supplies for both her professions.