[she was not, particularly, invited, but she still felt compelled enough to walk inβmaking her was towards the city and the inside of the wall, giving way to high ceilings, high walls, tall windows. a door is open, and her curiosity wins her over as she presses a hand to its surface, pushing it further enough to allow herself space to walk in.
there's a familiar face for wanda, sitting at the workspace. he does look different, from what she remembers, and she can't help the small smile at the lack of greeting β just a bit of a scolding for peering at some notes scattered on a table.]
Don't worry. [wanda presses a finger to the flat of a paper, slides it a bit on the table.] I would not know how to make heads or tails of it.
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there's a familiar face for wanda, sitting at the workspace. he does look different, from what she remembers, and she can't help the small smile at the lack of greeting β just a bit of a scolding for peering at some notes scattered on a table.]
Don't worry. [wanda presses a finger to the flat of a paper, slides it a bit on the table.] I would not know how to make heads or tails of it.
[she raises her head now.]
You look busy.