Does he have her eyes?
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"Well dude, here goes... something." A young adult, upper end of college age at a glance, with blue eyes and black hair that he hoped wasn't too messy after his walk (he'd had the cab drop him off almost a mile away) approached the outermost gate of stately Wayne Manor. He was wearing a polo shirt at least half a size too small, collar popped, and a pair of khakis and high-tops. A thin folder was tucked under one arm.
He rubbed the back of his head as he paced back and forth in front of the gate a few times. "Come on... butch up. You wearing a rut at the man's front door ain't gonna help anything." Before he could talk himself out of it, he lashed an arm out and pressed the buzzer, holding it maybe just a little too long before releasing it. He fidgeted with the sunglasses pushed up his forehead as he waited for a response.
He rubbed the back of his head as he paced back and forth in front of the gate a few times. "Come on... butch up. You wearing a rut at the man's front door ain't gonna help anything." Before he could talk himself out of it, he lashed an arm out and pressed the buzzer, holding it maybe just a little too long before releasing it. He fidgeted with the sunglasses pushed up his forehead as he waited for a response.
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Date: 2020-03-19 11:17 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2020-03-19 11:43 pm (UTC)Dude, don't seem desperate!
"If I won't be in the way..."
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Date: 2020-03-20 01:04 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2020-03-20 01:26 am (UTC)Oh, right... uh.. I know you've had a bunch of them in and out of here over the years, how many of them are 'home' right now?"
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Date: 2020-03-20 01:34 am (UTC)(no subject)
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