07-18-2017, 08:50 PM
It wasn't until he was looking for a place to sit that he began to feel mildly concerned about the fact that he'd told Sepúlveda that he wanted in Margot's pants. Not because he was concerned about what his reaction would be- William Holmes was past the point of being too desperate for approval- but rather because this was a home court advantage and if all parties in this equation didn't agree to letting him in then Ned was going to do his level best to kill him.
Grant you, Ned probably possibly wouldn't succeed in making the Hermetic part with his mortal form but it was the thought that counts. He didn't necessarily want Ned to try and kill him, it would make Margot upset and it would totally make the time they've got to spend with Arturo Nihm Really Freaking Awkward. There were lots of things that were going through his head. Even more when he had a chance to really look around the room he'd stepped into.
There was a book with a brown cover that made the sound that all books who opened too easily made. There was the quiet smell of dust that lingered in old furniture even when it's been used and used and used plenty of times. He was subconsciously counting the number of red things that he saw (twenty three, twenty-four, twenty-five...) and not at all hearing conversations that didn't need to be heard in this particular realm.
It's... nice.
No, it's really nice.
He took a seat nearest the exit, in case he needed to get a head start. His eyes travel back to the bookshelf, "how do you guys have that organized? Subject matter? Traditional leanings? Author?"
He's trying to distract himself. Will would probably keep talking even if Ned didn't say anything at all.
Grant you, Ned probably possibly wouldn't succeed in making the Hermetic part with his mortal form but it was the thought that counts. He didn't necessarily want Ned to try and kill him, it would make Margot upset and it would totally make the time they've got to spend with Arturo Nihm Really Freaking Awkward. There were lots of things that were going through his head. Even more when he had a chance to really look around the room he'd stepped into.
There was a book with a brown cover that made the sound that all books who opened too easily made. There was the quiet smell of dust that lingered in old furniture even when it's been used and used and used plenty of times. He was subconsciously counting the number of red things that he saw (twenty three, twenty-four, twenty-five...) and not at all hearing conversations that didn't need to be heard in this particular realm.
It's... nice.
No, it's really nice.
He took a seat nearest the exit, in case he needed to get a head start. His eyes travel back to the bookshelf, "how do you guys have that organized? Subject matter? Traditional leanings? Author?"
He's trying to distract himself. Will would probably keep talking even if Ned didn't say anything at all.