Re: House Kitsune: Darius, Valentin & Open
Luckily Sybil had no idea what Mr. Graff was thinking, or she would have been too scandalized to do anything and insisted on going straight to bed.
"I suppose," she answered, following along behind in a docile fashion. "It becomes manageable with practice. It's astounding what the human spirit can accommodate to." Then she stopped, having caught a look at herself in the mirror. And there he was, Darius Prose.
"I... had not realized Mr. Prose was from the dark continent," Sybil managed after a moment. "I don't know why, his hands have been in full view the entire time. Just distracted, I suppose."