timestamp: 16, Aug. 1950 · location: norris house, the lounge ( unwarded, public space ) · tagging: @broughtdawn !
❛ dinner was nice, ❜ lazarus started slowly as he looked at monty. those ridiculous glasses that settled on the bridge of monty’s nose at every event he’d seen him still sat perched there and he wondered what they did. though they looked ridiculous he tried to focus on the man himself. he’d followed monty into the lounge to try and bridge whatever gap had grown between friends but there was something about the bags under monty’s eyes that made lazarus’ skin crawl. there was a familiarity in the dark circles, circles that laz had taken careful note to charm away on his own face before he’d done anything else to prepare for the night. he was exhausted, all this business with mr. norris’ disappearance was not good publicity, though that was only because laz hadn’t found the precise angle to spin in his favor until this evening. if everything went right, if all was correct, this business would die officially. ❛ don’t you think ? ❜
