[ There's probably at least one scrape of a tooth mark there. Only semi-fantastic.
Marcus takes his pen back along with his notes, drawing them to his side of the desk. He nods at this suggestion in a way that perhaps there will indeed be such a letter sent, and then spends a moment trying to consider whatever stones he has left unturned. Back down at the page, turning it back around so that he can see these new pen marks. "Bernie".
He pushes it aside to let the ink dry. ]
If there is more needed of you, I'll send word. You can leave.
[ Redvers answers that with a long pause, head creeping into a tilt. A silence that substitutes for I didn't need your permission with a touch of I was there to see your voice change and your face get spotty, serah.
He says, ]
Thanks.
[ Dry. But obliging. He shuffles out without further delay. ]
no subject
Marcus takes his pen back along with his notes, drawing them to his side of the desk. He nods at this suggestion in a way that perhaps there will indeed be such a letter sent, and then spends a moment trying to consider whatever stones he has left unturned. Back down at the page, turning it back around so that he can see these new pen marks. "Bernie".
He pushes it aside to let the ink dry. ]
If there is more needed of you, I'll send word. You can leave.
no subject
He says, ]
Thanks.
[ Dry. But obliging. He shuffles out without further delay. ]