with a very, very good insight roll, she can see that something is definitely Off. temenos is very good at hiding his emotions, but there's an utterly set tension to his shoulders, a stiffness to his movements that's not usually there. he's lacking some of his normal grace as he moves, and there's this air of something just - he's just off, a bit like he might just be going through the motions. even the smile feels that way, like whatever mask he typically has practically sottered to his face is threatening to come loose, and he's trying desperately to hold it in place.
he plucks up one of the bags, and huffs a little laugh. ]
Yes - I thought I might start collecting it before the weekend. [ a joke. ]
[ it's definitely different from how she's used to seeing him. granted, things have been... a little weird today. she picks up a couple of the containers of loose leaf, kind of trying to make sense of them maybe, but she ain't no botanist. still, she eases her voice a little, stays fairly chill as she observes because she wonders if he's about as tense as she feel after having lost one thing just to have it replaced with another. and then lost again.
man. ]
Hah. [ meanwhile don't look at my basket don't look ] Before someone blows this place up next and raises everyone's blood pressure.
You familiar with these sorts of things? Herbs and shit?
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[ he is as smiley and placid as ever, though you are welcome to roll insight if you'd like to. ]
Just another day in proverbial Paradise. [ okay that's sarcastic. ] But I thought I might do the same.
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[ she sounds incredibly unamused. but... in anycase, she is checking in on him. she will take note of this very placid smile and... well. ]
Looking for some of the real calming stuff, huh?
[ sir your chamomile... ]
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with a very, very good insight roll, she can see that something is definitely Off. temenos is very good at hiding his emotions, but there's an utterly set tension to his shoulders, a stiffness to his movements that's not usually there. he's lacking some of his normal grace as he moves, and there's this air of something just - he's just off, a bit like he might just be going through the motions. even the smile feels that way, like whatever mask he typically has practically sottered to his face is threatening to come loose, and he's trying desperately to hold it in place.
he plucks up one of the bags, and huffs a little laugh. ]
Yes - I thought I might start collecting it before the weekend. [ a joke. ]
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man. ]
Hah. [ meanwhile don't look at my basket don't look ] Before someone blows this place up next and raises everyone's blood pressure.
You familiar with these sorts of things? Herbs and shit?