[Eyebrow raised, Gleb smiles back, open and friendly-like as she reaches around him to lock the door. The sound of the bolt falling in to place, sharp like a gun shot in the quiet of her room.]
Almost, ma'am.
[As he kicks off from the door, but he doesn't sit. Just walks around the room slowly, hands clasped behind his back as Gleb slides off like a borrowed coat. His shoulders square, back straightening and his head held higher during his careful stroll around the clearly shared room.
Clara looks at home in the midst of it. The clothes and the knick-knacks, the ease in her posture.]
I came to ask for a favor.
[One that would grate just as much as the sand that has been seeping in to everything from his clothes to his hair, to the bed roll. Crunching between his teeth and settling in his beard. But needs must and he looks at her, stopping in front of Clara.]
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Almost, ma'am.
[As he kicks off from the door, but he doesn't sit. Just walks around the room slowly, hands clasped behind his back as Gleb slides off like a borrowed coat. His shoulders square, back straightening and his head held higher during his careful stroll around the clearly shared room.
Clara looks at home in the midst of it. The clothes and the knick-knacks, the ease in her posture.]
I came to ask for a favor.
[One that would grate just as much as the sand that has been seeping in to everything from his clothes to his hair, to the bed roll. Crunching between his teeth and settling in his beard. But needs must and he looks at her, stopping in front of Clara.]
Please, hear me out?