[ nightingale strolls into the institute precisely on time. strolls is the right word for the seemingly casual nature of it, every appearance of him a quiet and contained but confident man, certain of his place in the world. the bespoke three-piece suit speaks of wealth, as do the handmade leather shoes, but while those items speak, they do not shout it. there's a walking cane, or what seems like one in one of his hands. he doesn't appear to need it, not really.
he seems confident, but he doesn't necessarily feel it. in truth, he doesn't feel much at all besides grief, but he has experience in going through the motions, in carrying on. the famed stiff upper lip of the british has served him well since the war, since the last time he'd lost nearly his entire world. (this time, there was no "nearly" about it.) ]
Quite. A pleasure to meet you. [ his accent is her majesty's finest english. he holds out a hand. ]
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he seems confident, but he doesn't necessarily feel it. in truth, he doesn't feel much at all besides grief, but he has experience in going through the motions, in carrying on. the famed stiff upper lip of the british has served him well since the war, since the last time he'd lost nearly his entire world. (this time, there was no "nearly" about it.) ]
Quite. A pleasure to meet you. [ his accent is her majesty's finest english. he holds out a hand. ]