[ Called out after her retreating figure with a grin and in all playfulness, since he's not forgotten that right after her arrival she'd pointed out all kinds of inkblots along his sleeves he hadn't even noticed were there. And while it was far from the first time it'd ever happened thanks to too many documents to review and Hilda's eye for detail, it was one of many small gestures that'd made him feel secure in their shared past - all of it.
It's that particular memory plus all the others in which she'd sent him back to find a different outfit with a roll of her eyes which has Claude smiling to himself. Of course, he does take time for a quick onceover to make sure he's not repeating that with a scan of his shirt and then his trousers for good measure. They seem clean enough and so do his hands, which makes sense given he hadn't done much of anything active today, and it's then that he spots the corner of something peeking out from beneath the cushion.
One quick glance towards Hilda's room reveals she's likely still otherwise occupied, so he leans down to nudge the pillow out of the way while meaning to glance at the cover. But when the title sinks in he pauses, looks at the necklace where he'd set it down, and then back at the book. It takes but a second to connect it all together, and then there's only the curiosity of why she didn't mention it and made it seem like this was a regular project. Something idle being toyed around with rather than something with a plan behind it.
Well. More than one way to find out about something hidden as he slides the cushion back into place like it was never disturbed in the first place. With an idle stretch of both arms overhead to loosen up his shoulders from the day's bookkeeping Claude heads back to put his boots back on before grabbing his satchel. Not without teasing her a little more, all for very good measure (in his mind). ]
Should I have asked if there's a dress code for this I didn't know about?
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[ Called out after her retreating figure with a grin and in all playfulness, since he's not forgotten that right after her arrival she'd pointed out all kinds of inkblots along his sleeves he hadn't even noticed were there. And while it was far from the first time it'd ever happened thanks to too many documents to review and Hilda's eye for detail, it was one of many small gestures that'd made him feel secure in their shared past - all of it.
It's that particular memory plus all the others in which she'd sent him back to find a different outfit with a roll of her eyes which has Claude smiling to himself. Of course, he does take time for a quick onceover to make sure he's not repeating that with a scan of his shirt and then his trousers for good measure. They seem clean enough and so do his hands, which makes sense given he hadn't done much of anything active today, and it's then that he spots the corner of something peeking out from beneath the cushion.
One quick glance towards Hilda's room reveals she's likely still otherwise occupied, so he leans down to nudge the pillow out of the way while meaning to glance at the cover. But when the title sinks in he pauses, looks at the necklace where he'd set it down, and then back at the book. It takes but a second to connect it all together, and then there's only the curiosity of why she didn't mention it and made it seem like this was a regular project. Something idle being toyed around with rather than something with a plan behind it.
Well. More than one way to find out about something hidden as he slides the cushion back into place like it was never disturbed in the first place. With an idle stretch of both arms overhead to loosen up his shoulders from the day's bookkeeping Claude heads back to put his boots back on before grabbing his satchel. Not without teasing her a little more, all for very good measure (in his mind). ]
Should I have asked if there's a dress code for this I didn't know about?