the GUIDE will jog for a moment, hands delved deep in c a r n e l i a n pockets, so as to fall into step beside the other, lips pressed together before issuing his greeting, smile quick, though that concerned dip to his brows is enough to perhaps have anyone go: ah. not exactly a socially-spurred interruption. figures.
‘ ------you alright? i didn’t see you yesterday. ’
grantxire.














