[Liem doesn’t love the fact that the first time he sees D the vampire-hunter with his big sword is when D is paying him a personal visit to question him about “some things” he’s heard. He frowns up at the man, noting both the sheathed blade and the… augmented horse(?) standing behind him on the road. Ah. So, this isn’t just a friendly house call.]
You’d best come in, then.
[”About you” does rather have some implications, though given the variety of incidents Liem was involved in during just a couple weeks’ span, he doesn’t actually know what D is even referring to. It’s never a good sign when you’ve wound up screwing up in such a variety of ways that you don’t actually know which incident is coming back to bite you.
He retreats inside, withdrawing into a small entrance area that opens up into an open-plan main floor: nearest to the front, the tidy sitting area where the dusting rag still sits atop one end table, and toward the back, a dining area followed by a handsome little kitchen.]
Shoes and sword left at the door, please, [he says as he withdraws toward the sitting room, slippered feet whispering on plush carpet. Don’t track dirt onto his nice floor. For once he will forgo the ritual of tea, since D has never seemed interested in drinks, and his visit seems business-focused in any case.]
no subject
You’d best come in, then.
[”About you” does rather have some implications, though given the variety of incidents Liem was involved in during just a couple weeks’ span, he doesn’t actually know what D is even referring to. It’s never a good sign when you’ve wound up screwing up in such a variety of ways that you don’t actually know which incident is coming back to bite you.
He retreats inside, withdrawing into a small entrance area that opens up into an open-plan main floor: nearest to the front, the tidy sitting area where the dusting rag still sits atop one end table, and toward the back, a dining area followed by a handsome little kitchen.]
Shoes and sword left at the door, please, [he says as he withdraws toward the sitting room, slippered feet whispering on plush carpet. Don’t track dirt onto his nice floor. For once he will forgo the ritual of tea, since D has never seemed interested in drinks, and his visit seems business-focused in any case.]