[ In person is different than over the network. Nao has been getting more and more of a sense about that since finding herself in Visium and interacting with the people in it. It's especially true now, nibbling rapidly at her already gently vibrating nerves like a rabbit at a carrot as she quickly, quietly slides across the cold hardwood floor toward the front door. Stockings are great for that kind of thing and her black ones were mercifully spared the bloodshed.
It's a good thing, too, because she hadn't looked at socks or anything like that when she'd been in the market. (Had she even seen any?) She'd grabbed a few simple garments to get by. At least one of them fits alright and that's what she's wearing: a simple, long-sleeved green tunic-like thing better matched with some sort of thick jacket in weather like this, but here and now, that doesn't register as a concern.
A little hop and her feet find the rug in front of the door, atop which she settles in front of it. She takes a small breath, reaches for the handle, and -- oh, she knows exactly what she's going to say -- opens the door only to freeze. The breath she just took locks in her lungs at the sight of Basilio on her doorstep, but she doesn't move. Doesn't dart or slam the door in his face.
No, she peers into his face and meets those striking red eyes of his with her own. She's looking for something, his answer to her very important question. ]
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It's a good thing, too, because she hadn't looked at socks or anything like that when she'd been in the market. (Had she even seen any?) She'd grabbed a few simple garments to get by. At least one of them fits alright and that's what she's wearing: a simple, long-sleeved green tunic-like thing better matched with some sort of thick jacket in weather like this, but here and now, that doesn't register as a concern.
A little hop and her feet find the rug in front of the door, atop which she settles in front of it. She takes a small breath, reaches for the handle, and -- oh, she knows exactly what she's going to say -- opens the door only to freeze. The breath she just took locks in her lungs at the sight of Basilio on her doorstep, but she doesn't move. Doesn't dart or slam the door in his face.
No, she peers into his face and meets those striking red eyes of his with her own. She's looking for something, his answer to her very important question. ]