[ A furtive nod, as he does just that. It’s obvious the safehouse is familiar to him in how he beelines for certain cupboards, quickly retrieving the key pieces. However the selection here proves ever-shifting and movable, given its many occupants, so he occasionally pulls a face, reorganises things to be logical (height order, similar items clustered together) — and closer to the ground, easier access for a man of his height (5’ 8”) and the daintier among them.
All sorted (with a few slightly off-brand future substitutes), he places two palms flat on the counter and tilts forward, eyeing Bruce across the way. ]
Bit cheeky. [ The mugs. ] I’m Fitz, by the way. Well, Leo — but Fitz.
[ No offer of a handshake, spaced apart as they are. It can be overwhelming for newbies. ]
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All sorted (with a few slightly off-brand future substitutes), he places two palms flat on the counter and tilts forward, eyeing Bruce across the way. ]
Bit cheeky. [ The mugs. ] I’m Fitz, by the way. Well, Leo — but Fitz.
[ No offer of a handshake, spaced apart as they are. It can be overwhelming for newbies. ]