@332mhz's lady geist: "i was waiting."
in response, pocket's tongue sticks out in a *mocking manner, clearly unaffected by the cold tone of the socialite who had been waiting on them for the better half of an *hour. they shrug, stepping further into the alley with their free hand (of which wasn't *clutching their case for dear life) dismissively waving in lady geist's direction. pocket perches 'pon a stack of crates, their head tilting to the side as they try and prompt her to speak on what was so *important she'd sent a telegram for.
❝ 'm a busy person, lady geist. what did you have on my father? ❞











