[ The first little while always sees him a little awkward, adjusting to the rapid downshift from the insanity of Mordhaus to the more sophisticated but no less stringent world of business politics to this quiet little space where it's just him and a friendly presence. It takes a while for him to switch off, basically, unfortunate robot metaphors aside. Even now, as he wanders a bit deeper toward the champagne, his attention jumps from her to his dethphone as it makes him aware of the 12 new emails he's received in the last four minutes. With some lingering difficulty he glances back to her, sidelong. He pushes it back into his pocket for the moment, albeit reluctantly. ]
Oh good, you're here.
[ It's not like she's forbidden to go outside or anything. Her downtime is hers. Hell, sometimes she's free to do what she pleases even while he's around, absorbed as he becomes in one situation or another. ]
Everything seem, uh, shipshape so far?
[ He's got to stop with the nautical lingo. To the champagne, head cocked curiously: ]
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
branchandroot
no subject
Date: 2014-08-05 07:25 am (UTC)Oh good, you're here.
[ It's not like she's forbidden to go outside or anything. Her downtime is hers. Hell, sometimes she's free to do what she pleases even while he's around, absorbed as he becomes in one situation or another. ]
Everything seem, uh, shipshape so far?
[ He's got to stop with the nautical lingo. To the champagne, head cocked curiously: ]
Planned ahead, did you.