[ Ephemera's always been told he has no poker face. That he telegraphs ever thought that's ever bounced through his skull and that he really ought to do something about that before it gets him in trouble. And he worries, suddenly, for Carolina. For whatever the fuck that reaction from Maine is supposed to mean because Ephemera knows the fuck who designed his Quarry and Ephemera's feelings toward the man can be described as a lot of things, but charitable is not among them.
So that's worrying.
Ephemera lowers his pen, schooling his face into something closer to neutral. ]
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So that's worrying.
Ephemera lowers his pen, schooling his face into something closer to neutral. ]
Not the reaction I was expecting.