[Asher's initial dismay melts into something far less intimidating: Exhaustion.
While he's intrigued by the promise of information, there's a good part of him that's tired, quiet even. His classmates would be surprised to see him like this. Since when has Asher Millstone tried to lay low? How times have changed.]
I just asked for it.
[Those words are so quiet, an adjective that hardly ever describes him.]
no subject
While he's intrigued by the promise of information, there's a good part of him that's tired, quiet even. His classmates would be surprised to see him like this. Since when has Asher Millstone tried to lay low? How times have changed.]
I just asked for it.
[Those words are so quiet, an adjective that hardly ever describes him.]
What do you care anyway? Get lost.