[ This morning, as with every other morning since Childermass started up the ritual of sleeping over, Lambert had woken to an empty bed. It never gets any less disappointing every time, but he reminds himself even this is probably going to stop once they get back to business, so he might as well enjoy what he can get.
As Childermass's luck would have it -- perhaps he lingered in the shadows just a moment too long making sure Lambert was out, perhaps it was because he made the mistake of putting his back to the door -- now is when the door swings open without warning, revealing Lambert with an armful of bags, a scarf around his neck, and an utterly surprised expression when he realizes just who's inside his cabin.
He freezes in the doorway for half a beat, then relaxes, raising a brow. He steps in the rest of the way and shuts the door firmly behind him, and the rest of the Carnival outside with it. ]
Did you need something? [ From where he's standing, Childermass blocks his line of sight to the box on the desk, and he lifts a hand to start tugging his scarf loose. ]
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As Childermass's luck would have it -- perhaps he lingered in the shadows just a moment too long making sure Lambert was out, perhaps it was because he made the mistake of putting his back to the door -- now is when the door swings open without warning, revealing Lambert with an armful of bags, a scarf around his neck, and an utterly surprised expression when he realizes just who's inside his cabin.
He freezes in the doorway for half a beat, then relaxes, raising a brow. He steps in the rest of the way and shuts the door firmly behind him, and the rest of the Carnival outside with it. ]
Did you need something? [ From where he's standing, Childermass blocks his line of sight to the box on the desk, and he lifts a hand to start tugging his scarf loose. ]