[action] wow, thank you for notifs, ij. |': not.
[ when he finds him, alois is still perched on those mats. he's got his legs curled up, and he's holding the weighted ball in his lap. it's a bit uncomfortable, but oh well.
he recognizes him instantly, even before he speaks, and he's lighting up. as ribbons approaches, alois gathers the ball up, scoots to the edge of the mat, unfolds his legs, slips one down, then the other carefully with the ball and sets it down. upright, he's dainty and lithe, and for a good portion dressed like the epitome of a victorian posh boy. blouse, vest, large ribbon about his neck. however, those shorts are terribly short and he has thigh-highs verses modest knee highs, and it's rather suggestive, especially tucked into long, heeled boots. all and all, they're aesthetically pleasing legs and not the sort boys should have. he must know it, too, to dress like that. ]
Thank you, Mister Almark, [ all polite, and only polite because who in their right mind would thank someone for welcoming them to prison. he leans to the side a bit, splays fingers outwards at his hips, and tilts his head at that stupid thing chained to his ankle. ] I'll probably be a bit slow walking. [ and looking up again, ] You won't mind very much, will you?