“Yes. Darcy knows more or less all of it.” Some he’s spoken about more than… others. “Security knows most of the older stuff. Erin’s heard of a few from me.”
He sighs, shuts his eyes as he pinches the bridge of his nose.
… And then Ossie pins something to his jacket, and his hands have talons.
“… Those weren’t there before,” he mutters as if to convince himself. (As though he needs convincing.) He blinks himself out of that brief stun, shakes his head, sighs a little too forcefully. “I’m sorry, what are we doing?”
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Date: 2023-10-21 04:36 pm (UTC)He sighs, shuts his eyes as he pinches the bridge of his nose.
… And then Ossie pins something to his jacket, and his hands have talons.
“… Those weren’t there before,” he mutters as if to convince himself. (As though he needs convincing.) He blinks himself out of that brief stun, shakes his head, sighs a little too forcefully. “I’m sorry, what are we doing?”