The Socialite gave the start of a polite greeting when the door opened. "Good evening, Professor. I apologize, I did send Tularemia a-"
The eyes glanced down, freezing the Socialite in place before darting back up to their face. "-head." They coughed and shifted their gaze to higher than head level. Even as the Professor moved out of view, he still kept his sights on the top of the door frame, half listening to the slight ramble.
Once the Professor moved back into sight, the blush would still be present with the temporary attire of a whisper-satin gown. "There's no need to apologize, really. It happens to the best of us." He could count on three hands the number of times he'd answered the door nude, sloshed, honey-mazed, or still bound in ropes.
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Re: A Morbid Appointment
Date: 2025-07-06 01:32 pm (UTC)The eyes glanced down, freezing the Socialite in place before darting back up to their face. "-head." They coughed and shifted their gaze to higher than head level. Even as the Professor moved out of view, he still kept his sights on the top of the door frame, half listening to the slight ramble.
Once the Professor moved back into sight, the blush would still be present with the temporary attire of a whisper-satin gown. "There's no need to apologize, really. It happens to the best of us." He could count on three hands the number of times he'd answered the door nude, sloshed, honey-mazed, or still bound in ropes.