Is that...so? [OK, he can't appreciate the finer points of interior design (actually he can't really appreciate interior design at all), but he does lay a hand on the wood and the marble, marveling at the quality of the materials used to build this house.
A modern house. Thankfully his back is to her, otherwise she'd catch the moment of tension across his features. Because the way she emphasizes the word, how "modern" this house is, it all just piles more questions upon questions. As far as he can recall, this is not what a modern house looks like, at least to him. How much time has passed since his death?
But then there's the pounding of running feet on the corridor, and he looks up just in time to see her turn a sharp corner. His eyebrows hitch up in alarm and immediately all thoughts of self-pity and brooding are dumped as he runs after her.]
My lady, please wait a moment! [So much for not running.]
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A modern house. Thankfully his back is to her, otherwise she'd catch the moment of tension across his features. Because the way she emphasizes the word, how "modern" this house is, it all just piles more questions upon questions. As far as he can recall, this is not what a modern house looks like, at least to him. How much time has passed since his death?
But then there's the pounding of running feet on the corridor, and he looks up just in time to see her turn a sharp corner. His eyebrows hitch up in alarm and immediately all thoughts of self-pity and brooding are dumped as he runs after her.]
My lady, please wait a moment! [So much for not running.]