Post by ✁William T. Spears on Feb 17, 2012 17:31:36 GMT -5
Character: William T. Spears
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"I-I-I'm sorry, Mr. Spears!" The reaper gasped, hesitantly reaching out and dabbing at his tie with her handkerchief. Biting her lip, she shot him a wary glance, and upon seeing his stolid expression, backed away quickly with her heels clicking against the white tile.
He blinked once. Twice. Reaching up deliberately, he plucked a shard of ceramic from his lapel.
"It's fine."
The response was flat and void-- it might have sounded insincere, but it was not. It was fine-- even if he would have to change his tie now. Drawing a handkerchief of his own from his waistcoat pocket and leaning his scythe against the wall gingerly, he removed his glasses and began wiping the droplets of coffee from them with brisk, even strokes.
When he slipped them back on and blinked as he adjusted from the brief moment of blindness, she was still standing there, gazing up at him.
"Yes?"
"A-ah, Mr. Spears, I really am-"
"I assure you, it most certainly is fine."
Now was the time when someone else might have offered her a reassuring smile or something equally helpful, but not William. He regarded her for a moment longer, and when she seemed to have decided to continue to waste his time, retrieved his scythe and simply trotted off, skirting the shards of white mug that littered the floor.
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