wayne manor: destiny/steph
[Not that he gives them long to sniff around. His presence is heralded only by the sound of pages moving against pages, like one was reading a massive book and not unlike the flap of wings that used to announce his sister. And with him comes the scent of vanillin that clings to the pages of century old books.
The Book is still cuffed to his wrist, but for now it has the appearance of an iPhone 6 and rests tucked between the metal cuff and his skin. His usual and customary robes are nowhere to be seen as he's upgraded to slacks (black) and a button down shirt (plain brown) open at the neck to reveal a green t-shirt underneath.
Maybe it was time to get out of the garden, if only for a little bit (maybe it was time to finally meet her too, in living technicolor instead of black bound letters). He snags a cookie off the plate and bites in, a low hmm in the back of his throat that quickly turns to a lower sound of approval. Heavy black sunglasses hide his eyes as he takes another approving bite.] You can be cute if you want to. [One hip leans casually into the countertop.]