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[calledironeyes.livejournal.com]

Marsh is settled at a chair, reading and waiting. He'll be leaving soon, but it would go against the spirit of the bargain with Rider to attempt to leave without her - however dangerous her desire to go may prove to either of them. To both of them.

None of that shows on his face. Marsh has far too much of a stone-face going for his own good.

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[young_womble]

Wellington is two and a half feet tall.

He looks up.

"S-sorry sir, didn't mean to startle you."

[calledironeyes.livejournal.com]

And furry. Marsh has no idea how large waitrats can get. He doesn't look up from his book, stating, "I am not startled. I simply have no need to order anything."

[young_womble]

"I'm not a waitrat, they're smaller." Wellington says patiently. "And they have tails."

[calledironeyes.livejournal.com]

"Then you have no cause to be under my table, or to touch me." Marsh says, in the same flat tone.

[young_womble]

"I didn't do it on purpose sir, sorry. And I hide under tables out of force of habit."

Shy smile. "It's all right, I don't bite."

[calledironeyes.livejournal.com]

"If you did it would break the rules." Marsh states, "This table was already occupied. Hiding under an occupied table is counter indicative. It would be reasonable to suggest that you were interested in contact but did not want to own responsibility." It is impossible to pick out Marsh's feelings on this - his face and voice are as blankly neutral as always.

[young_womble]

"I'm agorophobic sir. We aren't supposed to show ourselves to humans at home, so I tend to stay under cover as I move around. I was just passing by."

Little smile. "I won't intrude sir, nice to have met you anyway."

He disappears off to the next table.