Dorian's been out on the deck a few times during the day but the presence of certain people and noticeable lack of others (for fuck's sake Thomas how many chores did you have to do?!) means that he spends just as much time below decks as he does above. But eventually, the night starts to fall. It's getting close to dusk as Dorian looks up at the sky and waits for the stars to appear. He's at least put on a loose tank-top now but is still wearing his swim shorts.
A noise catches his attention. He turns to look at the new arrival, ready to fire off a snippy comment if it's Goodsir or try to mend bridges if it's Trixie...but it's the new girl. She'll hopefully be decent conversation.
"You're the new wizard," he says, as he nods at Sabriel. Well, one of them anyway. He spent the entire meeting hungover but he still retained some information. "I don't think we've met. Dorian Gray, pleasure to meet you."
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Date: 2020-07-01 01:44 am (UTC)A noise catches his attention. He turns to look at the new arrival, ready to fire off a snippy comment if it's Goodsir or try to mend bridges if it's Trixie...but it's the new girl. She'll hopefully be decent conversation.
"You're the new wizard," he says, as he nods at Sabriel. Well, one of them anyway. He spent the entire meeting hungover but he still retained some information. "I don't think we've met. Dorian Gray, pleasure to meet you."