WHO: Fitcher + Wysteria + Flint & You WHAT: Catch-all WHEN: Firstfall-ish WHERE: Kirkwall and stuff. NOTES: Will update if necessary. Feel free to grab me if you want a specific starter/wildcard me, baby.
[He opens his mouth, closes it, and sighs through his nose; as much as he might like to, pointing a lightheaded person on the stairs in the right direction is not the answer when he should help her there.]
Here.
[He comes a bit closer and offers one arm for her to take.]
[Just up a flight, then. He stumbles slightly when Wysteria's weight pulls on his arm, but he straightens up quickly-- as abysmal as his diplomacy skills can be, this is one thing that's been bludgeoned into his mind since he attended his very first party as a little boy.]
[That sharp looks rapidly develops into a full bristle.]
On second thought, now that I'm upright I feel miraculously steady. Indeed, I believe I am perfectly capable of finding my way along on my own. Good day, sir.
[Wysteria makes to advance up the stairs past him. Never mind that the single rooms in question are definitively in the opposite direction.]
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Here.
[He comes a bit closer and offers one arm for her to take.]
Which tower do you live in?
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[With a firm hand at his arm, she pulls or pushes or wobbles to her feet.]
One of the single rooms.
[That seems for some reason like a vital detail.]
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...are you sure you're all right?
[He thinks on it a moment.]
...you're not high, are you?
[A trickle of amusement creeps into his tone.]
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I'm perfectly well. Your concern has been noted, sir.
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It's all right, [he insists,] if you are.
[Holding up both hands defensively, he's the picture of innocence.]
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On second thought, now that I'm upright I feel miraculously steady. Indeed, I believe I am perfectly capable of finding my way along on my own. Good day, sir.
[Wysteria makes to advance up the stairs past him. Never mind that the single rooms in question are definitively in the opposite direction.]
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[if she falls again, and he was right here, that's not going to go well for either of them.]
I'm sorry. [He follows her up one step, holding his hand out imploringly.]
Please. I'll take you to your room.
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No, that is quite all right. As I said, I am perfectly fit and so you may attend to whatever duties would otherwise occupy this hour, thank you.
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...I'm sorry, [he says again, but lets her go. So much for banter, or making any kind of good impression.
He wouldn't have expected to be this sad about it.]