[2 o'clock at Diplomatea is evidently a quiet hour for the otherwise bustling little teashop. Which is a good thing, given that there is very little about the man at one of the shop's rearmost tables to suggest he is much of anything much less any kind of doctor. It's only due to the spare clientele and the stack of papers on the narrow little table that Pellinore Warthrop - a gaunt faced, bearded man wearing clothes that don't quite fit him in all the right places, narrow wrists exposed by too-short cuffs - is easily noted at all.
Or maybe Flat just asks the employee behind the counter. Whatever.
What is striking is the bright, fiercely fixed quality of Warthrop's gaze as his attention shifts up from the folio before as the table is approached.]
[ somehow, the sight of pellinore is somewhat of a nostalgic sight for flat. the baggy clothes, the tired, jaded look of someone that had the world turn its back on him... yes, he had seen all of this before.
it's why it's so easy to spot him, and he goes over there with an enthusiasm that contrasts sharply with the doctor's demeanor. ]
Doctor! It's so awesome to meet you! [ he sets his papers down--it seems that he actually did as asked and brought something. ] You can call me Flat. Flat Escardos! Thank you for having me here!
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Or maybe Flat just asks the employee behind the counter. Whatever.
What is striking is the bright, fiercely fixed quality of Warthrop's gaze as his attention shifts up from the folio before as the table is approached.]
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it's why it's so easy to spot him, and he goes over there with an enthusiasm that contrasts sharply with the doctor's demeanor. ]
Doctor! It's so awesome to meet you! [ he sets his papers down--it seems that he actually did as asked and brought something. ] You can call me Flat. Flat Escardos! Thank you for having me here!