Charles Grey's titles don't fit in this box. (shadefifty) wrote in rp_clue,
Charles usually has a way of sweeping into a room and making his presence quickly known, but he did not seem to bother with it when he trudged into the dining room after his interview. It was after 8:00 but not yet 8:30, he'd barely slept over all the beastly commotion the night before, and he hadn't even had a chance to take a shower. And all that wasn't including his interview over some kind of death, one he continued to insist couldn't possibly be a murder. Charles both felt and looked positively awful. This was the worst holiday ever. What he really needed was a nice cup of tea and some toast.
He sat down, not even noticing who was at the table around him and sighed audibly into his teacup.