[Mildmay had meant, mostly, that Felix should have the map for his own sake. But if wishes were horses, Mildmay would own a corral. He takes the map with a light hand, and slips it quickly into one of the many inner pockets of his jacket before it gets lost. He'd planned on Felix being late; the coffee is 'iced', though Mildmay thinks that may defeat the purpose a little, and it was mighty cheap for being ice.]
Thanks. [Still, you gotta remember your manners.]
[Mildmay looks up at Felix with a creased brow; Felix will know that expression for what it is. He's thinking. There's a pause where he decides, quite simply, what to say.] Grew your hair back out. [It's a question.]
that would be a gr8 au tho.
Thanks. [Still, you gotta remember your manners.]
[Mildmay looks up at Felix with a creased brow; Felix will know that expression for what it is. He's thinking. There's a pause where he decides, quite simply, what to say.] Grew your hair back out. [It's a question.]