[ true... and it's a tiny mark. it's an ugly, tiny mark, but nothing a new rug can't cover. he sighs, picking up the cigarette and tossing it into the nearest trash can before brushing the small amount of ash off his fingers on his pants. ]
... Right. [ and he heads toward the front door where his coats are hung. there are two; one is is clearly from his world-- very 19th century-- and then there's a regular coat from this era. he takes the modern coat, slipping into it quickly and feeling around for his shoes. ]
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... Right. [ and he heads toward the front door where his coats are hung. there are two; one is is clearly from his world-- very 19th century-- and then there's a regular coat from this era. he takes the modern coat, slipping into it quickly and feeling around for his shoes. ]
I... never asked your name, did I?