[in another man's head, Scorpius would be pleasantly surprised by the company. He's not used to guests, at least not ones who can stand the sight of him. Horatio has always been a favorite.
Except here, he doesn't remember he has favorites. Here, Scorpius seethes at the interruption.
The table is laid with magic, and is ornate, the silverware gleaming threateningly. Scorpius stands as the creature approaches, dark and scowling in black leather.]
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Except here, he doesn't remember he has favorites. Here, Scorpius seethes at the interruption.
The table is laid with magic, and is ornate, the silverware gleaming threateningly. Scorpius stands as the creature approaches, dark and scowling in black leather.]
It does.
And you? Please; sit.