[So used to Poppell clattering in to the office and occupying herself, and so used to that personal occupation requiring very little, if any, of particular attentiveness from him, Salvio does not realize that Poppell is seated right before him until he happens to glance up from what he is reading, and--
Oh. She is quite close. Somewhat startled, Salvio leans back in his chair, and blinks owlishly at her.]
What? I-- yes. Good afternoon. [? afternoon ? He looks to the windows. Yes, there is the sun, warmer and oranger. Well.] What is... Do you need something, Poppell?
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Date: 2020-02-14 09:30 pm (UTC)Oh. She is quite close. Somewhat startled, Salvio leans back in his chair, and blinks owlishly at her.]
What? I-- yes. Good afternoon. [? afternoon ? He looks to the windows. Yes, there is the sun, warmer and oranger. Well.] What is... Do you need something, Poppell?