[he's in a hall that looks.. suspiciously like one of the dressing room's halls. lined with stone bricks and seems to stretch on for a while, but it's warm enough. the window he's looking out of shows a city bustling with noise and activity.
inside, the fourteenth has a pot of still steaming tea in one hand and his other is jammed in his pants pocket. he can't really place where he's sensed this presence before, but he knows he has company approaching.]
Can you imagine the audacity of it all? Fresh tea [a vague gesture with the arm holding the pot.] and no cup to drink it from.
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inside, the fourteenth has a pot of still steaming tea in one hand and his other is jammed in his pants pocket. he can't really place where he's sensed this presence before, but he knows he has company approaching.]
Can you imagine the audacity of it all? Fresh tea [a vague gesture with the arm holding the pot.] and no cup to drink it from.
[he thinks it's a bit funny, really.]