morethanprops: (worried in bed)
An hour or two after the three of them fell asleep, Moist wakes up.

The sunset is just slanting through the shutters of his windows as he looks over at Urquhart and Saffron, a shaft of gold light makes them look jeweled.

He's not quite sure what to do with the fact that they both probably know he's from Uberwald now. They're not from the Disc and they don't know his real name, but its a piece of information that he doesn't like floating around.
morethanprops: (trust me)
Moist unbuttons his shirt and takes off his shoes before laying down on his bed, the dark, carved wood is oddly comforting.

Also he can just smell the garlic behind his shades as he turns over and smiles at Urquhart,

"I think this should do."
morethanprops: (bemused)
At the moment, Moist doesn't have a proper room in Milliways, so the one the he takes Saffron too has the feel of a room at an inn. His other suit is in the wardrobe and the only things that are out are ordinary, the tools of his trade are tucked away in pockets and drawers.

The room does have a rustic look to it, heavy wood with some carved embellishments here and there, Moist finds them homey, but didn't ask for them. He opens the door for her and waits to see where she goes.

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