( @druiidliight ) reverse hoodie
reverse [ hoodie ] sender pulls their oversized hoodie over receiver’s head and tugs the hood gently into place. @paracosmiist
The starry sky and passers-by are witness to this rare event in which the Scribe is locked out of his house.
Huh. His eyes widen, then narrow, ever so slightly.
It takes him a few seconds to admit aloud that he has stumbled upon an empty pocket under the palm of his hand, beneath his sash. ...But it's not that he has forgotten his keys, he objects coolly, it's simply that he is receiving more and more people in his home... And running out of sets of keys to share is to be expected, /foreseeable/.
Even if it seems to have caught him off guard just now.
Hush… No need to rub it in his face. Unlike people he can name, he will learn from this mistake. “We'll just have to be patient,” he says, pointing to the front step, where Jori can sit if she wishes. Alhaitham, for his part, proceeds to remove the cloak from his shoulders, without another word, to gently place it over hers. To shield her from the breeze that begins to pick up. “Keep it.”
Alhaitham dissuades her from giving it back. Just as he allows her to adjust it to her whim, or her needs. “On second thought…” he hums, after mulling over it, “Let’s not wait any longer than necessary. It would do me no favor to have you fall ill under my care.”
“So, here's the deal..., I'll teach you how to pick a lock.”