[ it's two days into the strike before casimir seems, at last, to notice.
he has, of course. but there's a divide between observation and action, one made wider by the abrupt addition of responsibilities. the strike's a surprise — less of one, for nell's questions — but you wouldn't know it from his face or his work. the pace adjusts. he says little, abandons the performance of reaction, and finally,
there's a lull. a knock on thranduil's door, a figure in the doorway. ]
no sweat on time do ur finals fight them in the face i'll just forget otherwise; action
he has, of course. but there's a divide between observation and action, one made wider by the abrupt addition of responsibilities. the strike's a surprise — less of one, for nell's questions — but you wouldn't know it from his face or his work. the pace adjusts. he says little, abandons the performance of reaction, and finally,
there's a lull. a knock on thranduil's door, a figure in the doorway. ]
Provost. Do you have a moment?