[Shockingly, he isn't scrambling to get out once the trial's done and the doors open. Instead: his pace is slow and measured, his eyes unfocused as he stares ahead. Numb, or at least doing a very good job of faking it.
And though he wants to go to his room, first he goes to the lounge, because of course he does.
He turns when he hears footsteps, though he knows the likelihood of a murder happening now is minimal. That attitude fades as he takes in who it is.]
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week one trial; immediately afterwards
Date: 2019-10-20 01:38 am (UTC)And though he wants to go to his room, first he goes to the lounge, because of course he does.
He turns when he hears footsteps, though he knows the likelihood of a murder happening now is minimal. That attitude fades as he takes in who it is.]
You did good in there.