@ofdefense ( cont. )
legs crossed delicately to settle in the unease of the room. arthur held himself as any man in his position would ; he lay open to evaluate the situation as it developed around him. at face value, he was calm, if not TOO QUIET. he would not expose the layer of uncertainty left untamed beneath the surface. cold lips tightened, dour and austere – not to seem grim but to express such fault in his serenity. what would he SAY, he did not know. but the agent was not about to prompt such an act and then appear empty-handed. to reconsider his position would leave the lawyer in a state of WAITING ; he would not have the other suffer through restless interlude.
“ it would be RUDE if i did otherwise. ” amber hues glance at the fingers that hold themselves, then wander to the obscurity of the eyes. he is careful in his wording, vague yet precise, hesitant if not hurried to speak – clear his name of an invisible guilt, a guilt atticus may not understand. “ however, i should do well to ask first ; what level of FAITH do you possess on the matter of the allegedly impossible ? ”
adequate posture remains solemnly, PALE fingertips reaching to place himself in a decrepit chair. his grey polychrome hues are not piercing, yet they scrutinize with intent. atticus’ reply is expeditious, his hulled and leaden lungs pacing the words he speaks, as he continues to place finger after finger onto the handle of his briefcase almost in a progression of sorts. ‘ I CONJECTURE that such a matter is determined by it’s PREREQUISITES. I cannot fairly DEDUCE such an extensive ESSENCE of a situation that has not been clearly ELUCIDATED. Do you care to EXPAND Mr. Arthur ? ’ he speaks as if he had rehearsed his words a thousand times over. his somber charcoal filled lungs press out a slim amount of air, small fists constrict. he was ADRIFT in INTROSPECTION, solicitously waiting for a response from the man.
