christ air [@ gill]
Cinna stuck around for a moment after to make sure he was able to find the folder without much difficulty, but his disposition the moment he sat down before the computer had made it interesting. He’d gone from enjoying a bit of schadenfreude to... sighs and pointed remarks? How petulant. Was he one of those technophobic sorts?..
“Yes, exactly so.”
His tone betrayed no similar offense - rather, Gill may as well have told him a fact, and he agreed with it. Still, he wasn’t oblivious to the notion that the other seemed to prefer to get to work - as the mayor’s son got up to retrieve the books, he’d left him to it in favor of digging out the phone book. Leaning over the desk, he’d popped it open over top of it, resting his cheek upon his hand. What was the carpenter's around here called again?... Oh, here it was. No, wait, they’d gone out of business ages ago. What was the new place called again?...
He was startled out of his search by a sudden ‘thump’ a few paces away. He jerked his head up, half expecting to see something broken, only to see Gill staring at him in turn from behind a stack of books. A sense of tension lingered briefly in the air as he looked between the two, putting together what had just happened... but when he opened his mouth, the tone came out as an unimpressed deadpan rather than a scream;
“...Don’t tell me you’re too weak to carry that many books properly?”













