On the other side of it stands Barrow, looking a little pale in the face with his gaze darting anxiously, though it sticks a solid landing on Tiffany's once he catches sight of her. And he sighs, the relief tangible in the sudden weight of his shoulders.
"I'd-- wanted to give you this in person," he says immediately, thrusting a little box toward her with the uncharacteristic air of a flustered schoolboy, "but you were-- well I'm-- I'm glad to see you're all right."
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timeasmymeasure
after Satinalia, before modplot
Date: 2021-11-30 12:41 am (UTC)On the other side of it stands Barrow, looking a little pale in the face with his gaze darting anxiously, though it sticks a solid landing on Tiffany's once he catches sight of her.
And he sighs, the relief tangible in the sudden weight of his shoulders.
"I'd-- wanted to give you this in person," he says immediately, thrusting a little box toward her with the uncharacteristic air of a flustered schoolboy, "but you were-- well I'm-- I'm glad to see you're all right."
Or at least alive.