[ peter is looking at yet another coat when he calls the man over, a smile worked over his features, which becomes significantly... bothered for about half a second (indicated by the faintest twitch of an eyebrow.
oh that's. strange. converging ideas of "i have never met this man in my life" and "i have definitely seen him more than once a week here." the memory is an imprint in concrete while everything else is like sand pulled by the tide. he tightens his fingers around the coat and gives a quick nod. shake it off, nureyev. pierce smiles and it's sweet as he removes the coat from the hanger. ]
That's right. [ a name, he has a name-- ] Mr. Fletcher, was it? I'm... you know, lately my mind has turned into a sieve. I can't stand it. [ he sets the hanger back on the rack temporarily and holds the coat out. hop in, roman. ]
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oh that's. strange. converging ideas of "i have never met this man in my life" and "i have definitely seen him more than once a week here." the memory is an imprint in concrete while everything else is like sand pulled by the tide. he tightens his fingers around the coat and gives a quick nod. shake it off, nureyev. pierce smiles and it's sweet as he removes the coat from the hanger. ]
That's right. [ a name, he has a name-- ] Mr. Fletcher, was it? I'm... you know, lately my mind has turned into a sieve. I can't stand it. [ he sets the hanger back on the rack temporarily and holds the coat out. hop in, roman. ]