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break a leg, or some hearts
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2023-06-16 09:51 pm (UTC)
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He's still standing there. They're looking at him. He didn't mean to do that. (He can't say.)
He's staring - at them, at the tea, spreading into the grooves between the tiles, he should do something about that.
No, first, the Knight. But either thing means leaving the room.
Lemm is too old to be paralysed by this. He presses a hand to his forehead and slides it up his horn, frowning.
"That
was stupid of me," he says out loud.
Sorry
won't come. Most things don't. "Hold your thoughts, will you."
He determinedly disappears out past the curtain.
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Date: 2023-06-16 09:51 pm (UTC)He's staring - at them, at the tea, spreading into the grooves between the tiles, he should do something about that.
No, first, the Knight. But either thing means leaving the room.
Lemm is too old to be paralysed by this. He presses a hand to his forehead and slides it up his horn, frowning.
"That was stupid of me," he says out loud. Sorry won't come. Most things don't. "Hold your thoughts, will you."
He determinedly disappears out past the curtain.