[Let's just say it's at the library -- Henry is tall, but he has to stand on his tip-toes to read the book he's aiming for, easing it out by its spine. (A strange way to go about it, for a man with telekinesis.) She interrupts him amid this effort, and her voice surprises him. Not because she has startled him, but because it is her, and he is not sure when--or even if, at this rate--she would approach him again.
He pauses, trying to read her expression. To him, looks like an echo of the day they spoke last.
At least there's no oni present.]
...Sprezzatura.
[He abandons his book for now, turning to face her properly.]
laughs gently
He pauses, trying to read her expression. To him, looks like an echo of the day they spoke last.
At least there's no oni present.]
...Sprezzatura.
[He abandons his book for now, turning to face her properly.]
Of course.