Re: Laundromat: Faol & 'Em'
Em could tell that Faol hadn't really known what to expect from her, just from the way he looked up. The way he took the moments to look at her, cataloging. She didn't get that look very often, at least not enough to be used to it.
She moved quickly (almost too quickly to be believed), at least she must have, because she was bracing her hands on the edge of one of the folding tables, hoisting herself up to sit on it when just a moment before she'd been lingering near the door. A smile on her face, and she crossed her legs once she was up, hands folded in her lap and looking at Faol.
"Not into the holiday spirit? Or just not into venturing out?"