[ he has his hands stuffed into his pockets, occasionally playing with one of the linked-together cubes connected to his belt loop. when she comes in, he sits up slightly, ready to get to work.
it's more her apparent age and stature that surprises him, but his expression stays so flat that it doesn't look like he cares. ]
Noiz.
[ not mister. he doesn't like it. silently, he extends a hand for the folder, assuming it holds whatever information he needs to erase. he doesn't have much interest in food. ]
no subject
it's more her apparent age and stature that surprises him, but his expression stays so flat that it doesn't look like he cares. ]
Noiz.
[ not mister. he doesn't like it. silently, he extends a hand for the folder, assuming it holds whatever information he needs to erase. he doesn't have much interest in food. ]