( Irritating, irritating... Esikko takes the time to gather what he feels he could end up needing— a vial or two of a potion made to explode on harsh impacts, mainly, not that he's sure he'll have to (or even be able to) use them. )
Don't keep me waiting.
( That's what he finally sends before changing his direction to go there. At the top of the stairs, a section of the House he's far more used to seeing and visiting than he wants to share, he crosses his arms and waits. His hair is braided to one side with little lilies of the valley laced in, thanks to another dare, but that's the only difference in his usual appearance. )
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Don't keep me waiting.
( That's what he finally sends before changing his direction to go there. At the top of the stairs, a section of the House he's far more used to seeing and visiting than he wants to share, he crosses his arms and waits. His hair is braided to one side with little lilies of the valley laced in, thanks to another dare, but that's the only difference in his usual appearance. )