miles baines: riff-raff! street rat! (mimicks) wrote in emillion,
[HANA (Nobles) - 10:00AM] - complete?
“Why, yes, of course. I’m a hopelessly helpful hobbledehoy. Just give me a moment to…” Trailing off, Miles drew back to his neglected cup of tea (now lukewarm, filled with dregs at the bottom) and drained it in one last gulp, then tossed a handful of gil onto the counter to attend to his tab. In that bare minute spent away from the conversation, brushing it off like so much lint on his sleeve, the man reassembled himself piece-by-piece.
When the actor turned back, the both of them traded dazzling smiles, one as equally fake as the next. “I’ll take you on a tour,” Miles said, gesturing for the bard to lead the way outside, the older man scooping up the ostentatious hat as they went.
Faram, he’d eat his own hat if this was a wild goose chase and all for naught.