[ cedric slides in across from barrow. he's shucked the uniform upstairs, but the sweater's chantry-spun as anything else he owns — nearly everything that he does — a sleeve tugged down over splinted fingers.
no card game today, thank fuck. they're alone save the slow, steady thump of noose's tail at the end of the row. ]
What'd they have you on today?
[ scratching at the side of his cheek, distracted, it's plain as it's strange that he hasn't shaved. ]
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Date: 2024-09-27 12:37 am (UTC)no card game today, thank fuck. they're alone save the slow, steady thump of noose's tail at the end of the row. ]
What'd they have you on today?
[ scratching at the side of his cheek, distracted, it's plain as it's strange that he hasn't shaved. ]