[open]

[heirring]

WHO: Flint, Wysteria, Miriam, Cassius & You
WHAT: Catch-All
WHEN: Post-dreams, nebulously Guardian-ish
WHERE: Various
NOTES: Warnings (if any) in subject lines.

((OOC NOTE: Anything in bold is closed to one thread, though group threads a-okay.
Feel free to turn this into action brackets if The Spirit Moves You.
Wildcards welcome, bespoke starters available upon request.))

Comments

[heirring]

"I will not stand here for this slander, sir. First you accuse me of being a thief, and next you suggest I am too ignorant to even realize I have committed a crime! It is outrageous, Messere."

She is flushing quite hot, color flooding into her cheeks now. The mortification of the situation and the eyes being drawn in this direction (by her shrill response, but that is hardly the point!) are a very distinct form of embarrassment.

"These are my property, thank you. And you would do well to explain to me why you would jump to any other conclusion so readily."

[muckspout]

Edgard starts waving his hands wildly and backing up even more. He looks self consciously around at the attention drawn and puts a finger to his lips.

"Wasn't trying to say you were ignorant! People end up with stolen goods all the time. It doesn't mean they are a thief, it means they might have interacted with a thief without knowing it."

He points back at himself. "And I said that you didn't seem like a thief!" Edgard runs his hands through his hair. Once again, he is being deliberately misunderstood. He huffs and then responds in a low harsh whisper.

"Someone round these parts is stealing silverware like those. Trying to.." He gestures vaguely. "figure it out."