( setting the tools he has managed to collect down on the table, he gets up and checks up on maelle, who sleeps on the bed, likely tired from all the exploring she did during the day. he had promised her a day at that 'bowling' place, a proper outing, but his work schedule hadn't freed up yet; whatever she went on to do in her time, well, who knewβ she comes back to him safe every evening for dinner, so there's not much else he can ask for.
he fixes the blanket over her, just so it won't be tossed off the bed, and scribbles her a note that he tacks onto the door.
and then he's on his way, to meet verso. it's close to where he's staying (and it took him a long time to get a good parking spot for his car), so gustave walks, and waits at the curb, hopefully not for a speeding motorcycle (sir). )
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( setting the tools he has managed to collect down on the table, he gets up and checks up on maelle, who sleeps on the bed, likely tired from all the exploring she did during the day. he had promised her a day at that 'bowling' place, a proper outing, but his work schedule hadn't freed up yet; whatever she went on to do in her time, well, who knewβ she comes back to him safe every evening for dinner, so there's not much else he can ask for.
he fixes the blanket over her, just so it won't be tossed off the bed, and scribbles her a note that he tacks onto the door.
and then he's on his way, to meet verso. it's close to where he's staying (and it took him a long time to get a good parking spot for his car), so gustave walks, and waits at the curb, hopefully not for a speeding motorcycle (sir). )