A soft whisper of a question, from a nun who was currently rubbing her shoulder. A simple walk was all Double had wanted: Staying inside her home made her restless, uncomfortable. And all that unneeded stress caused tight knots to form in her muscle — quite literally. Outside air seem to help melt them away, usually.
Of course, going outside meant chance encounters. Chance encounters with men who seemed rather… upset.
“Please forgive me. My thoughts were somewhere else.” Her voice drifted off as she tilted her head, her eyebrows knitted in light confusion. Although the two of them had met only once before, the man had left a very strong impression — polite, confident, intelligent. Not one to rush, not one to be impatient. Had she made the wrong assumption?
“… I must ask that you forgive me again for intruding. But are you alright?”
A voice so familiar caught Descole by surprise. Double, the woman he’s only met a while back, once again crossed paths with him. It’s quite surprising, if not relieving. If it were a stranger, he may as well push past and exit the scene.
“Do forgive me, miss Double. There is a very good reason for my rise in temperament.” The calmness in his tone returned. There was no need to snap, especially not at a woman like Double. In some aspects, she intrigued him, the typically inquisitive scientist, himself wishing to learn more about her. There must be something behind the quaint and polite shell, he would think. And thinking… eased him. Distracted him from physical, outside woes.
There is no need to lie to a lady.
“I’m not impressed with the library’s selection.”
“The history texts I’ve uncovered are either terribly abridged or simply filled to the cover with lies. There is no possible way an area this modern and populated could’ve existed for this long and have little to know knowledge of its existence outside of this area.”
He spoke sternly, sure of his words and determined to add reason to his theory. Descole was not one to enjoy being left in the dark, nor did he take kindly to having to live in a world shrouded in falsified infromation.
“I’m in a bit of a hurry, as well.”