[Again, there's the curious tilt of his head as the sound fills up the quiet space between them, vague interest apparent in his cool expression. Then Julius speaks, and something visibly quickens in him, a ripple of life behind the cold surface he presents to the world.]
Quarantine patrol. What fun.
[There's a wry slide to his voice that suggests it isn't exactly his mission of choice, but the way his muscles jump beneath his skin seem to impart a different tale. It's something, action rather than inertia, and with the way this day has shaped up so far he could use something to settle him, orders to execute, a mission to complete. It's enough.]
Should we start to prepare, Sir?
[He says it, takes a last sip of his tea before placing the mug down on the side. Two hours gives them some time, but that doesn't mean it can't be meaningfully filled.]
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Quarantine patrol. What fun.
[There's a wry slide to his voice that suggests it isn't exactly his mission of choice, but the way his muscles jump beneath his skin seem to impart a different tale. It's something, action rather than inertia, and with the way this day has shaped up so far he could use something to settle him, orders to execute, a mission to complete. It's enough.]
Should we start to prepare, Sir?
[He says it, takes a last sip of his tea before placing the mug down on the side. Two hours gives them some time, but that doesn't mean it can't be meaningfully filled.]