[ Well, Gil may not recognize him, but he certainly recognized Gilbert. He tipped his tophat slightly, peering at him from behind sunglasses that were colored a peculiar shade of dark violet this evening.
Odd, perhaps, that someone would wear sunglasses at night, unironically, and look pretty decent and at home doing it. Of course, nothing about the guy was conventional. From the sunglasses and tophat down to the ascot and cane. Everything about him screamed that he was a constant, even if he looked perfectly content in a modern setting. ]
Yes, good evening. You wouldn't happen to be Mr. Nightray, would you? [ His voice was missing an accent, for the most part. There was the faintest hint of something that may have been the Queen's English, but it was so faint, only emphasizing the odd vowel or dropping the odd consonant. ]
no never it is his eternity's mission
Odd, perhaps, that someone would wear sunglasses at night, unironically, and look pretty decent and at home doing it. Of course, nothing about the guy was conventional. From the sunglasses and tophat down to the ascot and cane. Everything about him screamed that he was a constant, even if he looked perfectly content in a modern setting. ]
Yes, good evening. You wouldn't happen to be Mr. Nightray, would you? [ His voice was missing an accent, for the most part. There was the faintest hint of something that may have been the Queen's English, but it was so faint, only emphasizing the odd vowel or dropping the odd consonant. ]