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[ the door of the car closes with a light thudas he gets out. slips the sunglasses off his eyes & onto his head, nestled into his hair; he's dressed rather casually today, red dress-shirt with its top two buttons undone & the rest in a suit-like attire. seems to blend right into the crowd as soon as he enters the building, surrounded by people who live to sell their looks. ignores the gazes, entirely faithful to his purpose at present. he only stops once to ask for directions --

"Tell me. Where would Brianna be at this hour?"

& he saunters into the area, standing in the shadows as he watches the flashes of light caress brianna's form, appreciative. ]

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[ something inside of him breaks. literally. maybe his brain, who knows. all he does know is that the door is free for use but it takes him a while to move, sort of doing a funny little crab walk while still deciding what to do.

this is when he scrambles towards the door, nearly slamming into it with his face, but grace is somewhat on his side as he's able to open it at the last minute. what does he do after that? runs, of course, not even bothering to close the door or look behind him. ]

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[ releases brianna's lips & turns his face away and into his shoulder as the chuckles begin, his well-practiced composure barely keeping his mirth under control. ]

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[ glances out of the corner of her eye towards the doorway, suddenly blinking over at her brother when she hears him chuckling more than usual. her eyebrow rises slightly, the action done out of fondness rather than confusion.

doesn't usually laugh either, but his scale of amusement allows her to match his own. ]

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[ it takes another moment & a deep exhale for him to settle down. but he manages, in the end.

he then releases his arms from around brianna & steps away, wearing an easy smirk. ]

To the bath?

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[ briefly adjusts her shirt, easily kicking the jeans off of the floor and into her hands, not finding it necessary to put them back on again. gives him a look back, one hand on her hip. ]

To the bath.

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[ nods once, turns & heads for the bath, a soft hum rumbling from his throat as he decides that it was a good day. ]