OPEN | prompt one | RAIN

[wrens]

prompt one | R A I N I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain - and back in rain. I have outwalked the furthest city light. I have looked down the saddest city lane.

 

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[faceforhire]

[ Betina might have a hard sell on her well-manicured hands tonight. But James Janus is a patient man. While she's away, he dutifully upholds propriety and remains standing in her living room, hands laced contemplatively behind his back. His overcoat had been dripping when he'd entered and checked it at the door, and not even the upturned collar could totally save the salt and pepper of his hair from a little dousing. His suit, however, is mostly without blemish.

Dark eyes scan the interior of the apartment as he waits, inscrutable. A home can tell a lot about a person; since she's invited him here, though, it'll be more about what she'd like him to think she is. He looks anyway - it's only polite. ]

I tried using my umbrella, but then opening it became a viable option.