[It's early in the morning when a knock comes on Isaac's door (and Herian's and Siegfried's but)--
Barrow is standing on the other side of it, holding some manner of deceased nightmare invertebrate that is large enough to spill out of his dinner plate of a hand.]
This yours,
[he has the look about him of someone who woke up very suddenly and very unpleasantly.]
[ Isaac is nocturnal by assignment and nature. Now, an hour shy of dawn, Barrow's caught him at shift-edge. He is habitually quiet about the business of undressing; has gotten so far as bare feet and trousers when a knock breaks the still air.
He is expecting a caller for Siegfried. The odds of a human emergency strike slim – someone would be screaming by now –
He is not expecting Barrow. It shows on his face: A moment's dull confusion, a fearful, reflexive step back. He catches himself at the threshold. Irritation: ]
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Barrow is standing on the other side of it, holding some manner of deceased nightmare invertebrate that is large enough to spill out of his dinner plate of a hand.]
This yours,
[he has the look about him of someone who woke up very suddenly and very unpleasantly.]
no subject
He is expecting a caller for Siegfried. The odds of a human emergency strike slim – someone would be screaming by now –
He is not expecting Barrow. It shows on his face: A moment's dull confusion, a fearful, reflexive step back. He catches himself at the threshold. Irritation: ]
No.
[ He shuts the door. ]
no subject
Mm, [he grunts on the other side,] all right.
[He shuffles away. Into the harbor with it, then.]
no subject
As though he'd waste a clamworm that large. Absurd. ]