[openpost]

[the_white_sheep]

*he hasn't been around much, which annoys him slightly -- he likes knowing what's going on, it helps him feel less vulnerable* *so -- he won't sit, as usual, he'll lean lightly against a wall, not looking as inobtrusive as usual as he's hoping he'll have a chance to speak to someone about recent mansionwide events*

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[phantomofthefbi]

*will be existing, looking just as he normally does and nodding to him* Lethe.

[the_white_sheep]

*nods in return, looking as pleased as he ever lets himself to see another person* Aloysius. How are things?

[phantomofthefbi]

*the typist will be shot if she squeals about OTP* Confusing, as usual hereabouts. And with you?

[the_white_sheep]

As usual indeed. I'm alive enough for there to be things going on, which I count as an accomplishment. Any particular reason for confusion?

[fightingblind]

*glances up as he is walking by for some reason or another, and pauses* Hello.

[the_white_sheep]

Hello yourself. *slight, amused smile* How have you been?

[alcuin_delaunay]

*wandering with quiet aimlessness through the mansion, quiet curiousity in his eyes, and stops near Lethe, watching him for a moment before speaking* Can I bring you something to eat?

[the_white_sheep]

*...blinks, then arches an eyebrow -- not quite impolitely, but with his usual bluntness* I beg your pardon?

[alcuin_delaunay]

*flustered blush* I beg your pardon, I didn't mean to bother you. It's only, see, I've made a pot of tea and some lemon bars and I wondered if anyone might want them.

[the_white_sheep]

Hm. *and after a pause, possibly long enough to make Alcuin think he doesn't intend to speak again* You'll forgive me if I decline the generous offer, harmless as you appear to be.

[_ladydisdain_]

*leans next to him, mimicking his posture and expression teasingly*

[the_white_sheep]

*after a moment, slowly turns to arch an eyebrow at her, though he'll give a faint, wry smile*

[_ladydisdain_]

*little smile* Thou'rt watchful.

[the_white_sheep]

Why yes, I am indeed. And thou, good lady, art mocking.

[riveroffire]

*just happens to be passing by? or possibly he just happens to be feeling antagonistic -- anyway, gives him one of those unnerving grins* Lethe.

[the_white_sheep]

*instinctively tenses, but being himself, he'll arch an eyebrow and drawl lightly* Phlegethon. To what do I owe this most unexpected pleasure?

[riveroffire]

*with far too much mock cheer* Brotherly love, of course.

[the_white_sheep]

Naturally. Silly me. I'd offer you a seat, but I doubt you'd take it or that you feel you need my permission for it.