Will do.[There's an audible sigh, and the sound of chairs shifting and bottles being shoved aside before the book closes. He did that intentionally, Adele--he's not especially in the mood. He meanders to the tunnels in question, walking carefully along the roads and through the trees. The thing about liquor is that it hits you slow, but hard...he really did have more bourbon than he anticipated.
Even tipsy, it doesn't take him along to arrive--journal-less. The damnable book was punted into the woods with all of his frustration. It wouldn't come back for a few days.
First thing he does upon entry is light up a cigarette. He'd lost count of how many he's had that day. The second...is withdraw his Walther and place it on the ground, lightly kicking it aside. He could tell that the good Doctor meant business; so did he. He wasn't gonna hurt her.]
So...[Hands go in pockets.] What are you plotting, if you've called me to the tunnels in the middle of the night?
February 1st, [Voice----Action]
Even tipsy, it doesn't take him along to arrive--journal-less. The damnable book was punted into the woods with all of his frustration. It wouldn't come back for a few days.
First thing he does upon entry is light up a cigarette. He'd lost count of how many he's had that day. The second...is withdraw his Walther and place it on the ground, lightly kicking it aside. He could tell that the good Doctor meant business; so did he. He wasn't gonna hurt her.]
So...[Hands go in pockets.] What are you plotting, if you've called me to the tunnels in the middle of the night?