[ Not exactly a correction—it’s inflected as a second-person command—but it contains the correct colloquialism, at least, with a touch of impatience. Difficult is his middle name. ]
[ He might have come down the way he was—shirtless—if not for the commentary drawing attention to it. But he's contrary, and he's interested neither in being told what to do nor in encouraging Leander, so he puts on a shirt first, and feeds the bird, and finds his set of cards, and then eventually wanders down to knock on the door. ]
[It's been nearly a month since anyone's seen Leander in public, and when he comes to open the door, Kostos will see the reason why: sickly pallor, bruised eyelids, all his angles a touch pronounced. The sleeves of his loose-fitting shirt are long, not rolled to his elbows, and the collar less relaxed than usual. Bloodless, barefoot, bone-tired.
Pleasant, all the same. Not that a smile has ever promised good health. (He laughed in surprise after Kostos broke his nose, too, when he saw there was blood.)]
I was beginning to think you'd changed your mind. [No he wasn't. Back to Nevarran, as he makes room in the doorway,] Come in, make yourself comfortable. Anywhere you like. But do not touch the painting supplies, please and thank you.
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[ Not exactly a correction—it’s inflected as a second-person command—but it contains the correct colloquialism, at least, with a touch of impatience. Difficult is his middle name. ]
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I mean, [Nevarran again, after a little cough away from the stone, cheerfully strained—] Give me just a minute. I will be quick.
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[ He might have come down the way he was—shirtless—if not for the commentary drawing attention to it. But he's contrary, and he's interested neither in being told what to do nor in encouraging Leander, so he puts on a shirt first, and feeds the bird, and finds his set of cards, and then eventually wanders down to knock on the door. ]
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Pleasant, all the same. Not that a smile has ever promised good health. (He laughed in surprise after Kostos broke his nose, too, when he saw there was blood.)]
I was beginning to think you'd changed your mind. [No he wasn't. Back to Nevarran, as he makes room in the doorway,] Come in, make yourself comfortable. Anywhere you like. But do not touch the painting supplies, please and thank you.