bouchonne: (annoyed)
Byerly Vlad Rutyer ([personal profile] bouchonne) wrote in [community profile] faderift 2020-09-04 12:10 am (UTC)

He doesn't leave, not at first. He stands there, jaw gritted, brow furrowed, hands clenched. Then, finally, after an agonizing pause, he decides to trust her - and so he turns, shoulders hunched, and leaves the front way.

The stress in him is quite visible as he stalks up that street, his face wearing a deep scowl.

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