Oct 9, 2016
@claraosiwald
Rory had to take a moment to slowly close his eyes, before he let out a long breath and crouched to pick up the coffee he’d dropped three feet outside of the café. DAMN his clumsy feet—some days, he had to laugh at the fact that he’d managed to FOOL people for nearly two thousand years that he was a steadfast, unyielding soldier. It was really mostly just standing around and daydreaming.
❝ Er—SORRY, did I splash you? ❞ He asked the pair of shoes approaching him swiftly.
