[ upon hearing that familiar voice, he sets his pencil down before giving the stack of papers in front of him a light push forward with his fingertips. he'll come to collect them later, if a doormouse doesn't meander by to return them to his room personally. ]
Good evening.
[ he turns in his chair, legs crossed elegantly, arms crossed as he gives his head an inquisitive tilt. after a few long moments, the staring finally gets to him, and riddle raises a brow. ]
And what has you so chuffed? It is rude to stare, you know.
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Good evening.
[ he turns in his chair, legs crossed elegantly, arms crossed as he gives his head an inquisitive tilt. after a few long moments, the staring finally gets to him, and riddle raises a brow. ]
And what has you so chuffed? It is rude to stare, you know.