[for what it's worth, wanda appreciates someone who has no fear in softening his words or being earnestly dishonest to her. she can tellβfrom his words and the emotions that exude from his, as she gazes into his eyesβthat he is being technically truthful, and it isn't her desire, after all, to delve into something that may not have anything to do with her at all.
the invitation is appropriate, and wanda can see that there is no ill-intent towards her. an ounce of respect is the least she deserves, so claude is doing something right, especially when he is being such a gracious host.
the question about her favorite kind makes her pause, thinking, until she settles on a far-off memory of times before now.]
Black tea. Plain is fine.
[wanda walks, then, towards the settee, following after him, and it is when they reach it that she takes a seat, careful to not step on her cape, and considers for a moment the disparity of her situation. however, when she glances up at her host, she sees that he dresses with an obvious stitching of regality in themβit's in the seams, in the fine details, in the layers and fine materials. perhaps she is not overdressed, after all.]
If not Khalid, [abruptly, raising her hand towards him, black-tar fingers curled inwards] what should I call you?
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the invitation is appropriate, and wanda can see that there is no ill-intent towards her. an ounce of respect is the least she deserves, so claude is doing something right, especially when he is being such a gracious host.
the question about her favorite kind makes her pause, thinking, until she settles on a far-off memory of times before now.]
Black tea. Plain is fine.
[wanda walks, then, towards the settee, following after him, and it is when they reach it that she takes a seat, careful to not step on her cape, and considers for a moment the disparity of her situation. however, when she glances up at her host, she sees that he dresses with an obvious stitching of regality in themβit's in the seams, in the fine details, in the layers and fine materials. perhaps she is not overdressed, after all.]
If not Khalid, [abruptly, raising her hand towards him, black-tar fingers curled inwards] what should I call you?