He pauses at the edge of the circle, eyeing it warily.
"Not much use at all," he muses.
One hand rises to remove his spectacles. He folds them carefully and tucks them into the pocket of his vest. Another glance around the field, and he looks back to her, his expression almost what one might call soft.
One eyebrow rises in question.
"Your rules?"
He doesn't bother inquiring whether or not she trusts him. He seems to know the truth of that matter, without even asking.
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Date: 2013-07-21 04:16 am (UTC)"Not much use at all," he muses.
One hand rises to remove his spectacles. He folds them carefully and tucks them into the pocket of his vest. Another glance around the field, and he looks back to her, his expression almost what one might call soft.
One eyebrow rises in question.
"Your rules?"
He doesn't bother inquiring whether or not she trusts him. He seems to know the truth of that matter, without even asking.