Diminium
Atom Bomb Baby
He returned his neighbour's smile, willing to make small talk with the woman who had brought him delicious homemade cookies on the day he moved. "The weather has been exceptional," he noted, looking down at her small dog. He never had an affinity for the animals, either too big and loud or sniffly and yappy for his tastes, but Rufus had never been a nuisance, so he didn't mind whenever Mrs. Renault came around, dressed to the nines with Rufus in tow. He looked past her, down the corridor to see if Leia might've gone that way, but he didn't see her and he turned his attention back to his neighbour.
"I'm regrettably rather busy to enjoy the sunshine, I have some papers to grade, but I hope you are able to enjoy your walk," he finished with a nod and a smile before ducking back into his apartment. He always struggled to pronounce her name through his west accent, so he avoided saying it.
He wasn't sure what to do. Leia had just said "ever present company" so if she was trying to send him packing on a guilt trip, it wasn't about to work. He looked around his apartment as if she was hiding behind the drapes or ducking behind the coffee table. "Leia? I said you could come in and we could talk." He wasn't pleading, but it sounded as if he was simply reminding her as he limped over to his briefcase, sliding the card out and giving it a scrutinizing look. "Leia, if you want my help you have to speak to me."
"I'm regrettably rather busy to enjoy the sunshine, I have some papers to grade, but I hope you are able to enjoy your walk," he finished with a nod and a smile before ducking back into his apartment. He always struggled to pronounce her name through his west accent, so he avoided saying it.
He wasn't sure what to do. Leia had just said "ever present company" so if she was trying to send him packing on a guilt trip, it wasn't about to work. He looked around his apartment as if she was hiding behind the drapes or ducking behind the coffee table. "Leia? I said you could come in and we could talk." He wasn't pleading, but it sounded as if he was simply reminding her as he limped over to his briefcase, sliding the card out and giving it a scrutinizing look. "Leia, if you want my help you have to speak to me."
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