[Shades would say that Ashe is no more imposing than he is, but he'd likely find that she would hardly consider Diarmuid's appearance an invasion of her home. He'll have to find that out another day, however, as it's the man himself that opens the door. He looks well. Or at least, more well than he had over the previous month while he recovered from death, and he cocks his head as he opens the door for the young monk, uncovered eyes darting from his face to the basket in his arms. He doesn't open the door all the way, and even though he's half hidden behind it, it's not hard to see why - the thin wisps of black smoke trailing from his wrists and ankles.]
[Diarmuid’s eyes drift to the strange tendrils of smoke that trail off him, and some of that subdued paranoia does return for a moment when he realizes he can’t parse what he’s looking at (and the unknown around here is terrifying, truly). But he just swallows back some of that concern, the ‘kid’ somewhat softening that unruly tangle of thoughts in his head.]
I thought I’d come and see how you’re doing... and bring you lunch. Or — dinner, for later, if you’ve already eaten.
I hadn't. [The smoke is the accusation it's meant to be, but for once he's innocent of the particular set of crimes that put him there. Having Diarmuid see them is conflicting, as if to try and say that he hadn't done any better at improving his behavior since they met last, and with no one else would Shades feel even the tiniest sliver of shame.]
Come in, then. [He opens the door, and what he'd been trying to keep hidden is entirely in the open, even if he doesn't mention it aloud] That is, if you want to.
Case of mistaken identity. You remember those double of people that were runnin' around? Mine was up to all kinds of shit before I caught up to him. And then when the Authority caught up to me...well, guess they figured putting the collar me was good enough. [He rolls his shoulders, the shrug defying his actual annoyance at the situation. He'd taken out his copy to prevent the bad press, and yet he still ended up taking the fall]
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Date: 2019-10-15 10:18 pm (UTC)Hey, kid. What can I do for you?
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Date: 2019-10-20 02:18 am (UTC)I thought I’d come and see how you’re doing... and bring you lunch. Or — dinner, for later, if you’ve already eaten.
[And a scarf, too, but he can get to that later.]
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Date: 2019-10-27 10:15 pm (UTC)Come in, then. [He opens the door, and what he'd been trying to keep hidden is entirely in the open, even if he doesn't mention it aloud] That is, if you want to.
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Date: 2019-11-02 06:39 am (UTC)Despite everything... he does step inside.
Perhaps a leap of faith, a sort of shot in the dark that nothing will harm him this time.]
What happened?
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Date: 2019-11-05 12:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-11-10 08:12 am (UTC)[That's unfortunate. He smiles, part sympathetic.]
I'm sorry for your troubles, friend, though I'm relieved this seems to be the worst of it.
... Perhaps while you're under arrest, they'll allow me to provide lunch?