Compared to the sharp splash of green that Ed brings to the faded tones of the connected city, Oswald looks a little more blended in. He's still got more colour than most of the surroundings, but his current wardrobe is-- well, it's a work in progress, okay? He's not been around that long!
Ed approaching is quite the sight though and Oswald's breath catches in his throat before he swallows down thickly, relief and excitement at seeing Ed mixing with nervous anxiety of what he is sure will be a futile exercise resulting in pain.
"Thank you for coming," he offers when Ed is close enough, somehow managing to keep his voice level and free from cracks.
He gestures down through the thoroughfare before simply saying "Come with me," and striding off, his own cane clipping lightly on the floor as he walks. He doesn't want to do this in the open, doesn't want Ed or anyone else to see him standing still in the open too long and see the little faultlines in him.
Instead, in relative quiet, he immediately leads them toward a funny little stone clocktower with a warm wooden door.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
:> !!
Date: 2020-06-24 09:45 am (UTC)Ed approaching is quite the sight though and Oswald's breath catches in his throat before he swallows down thickly, relief and excitement at seeing Ed mixing with nervous anxiety of what he is sure will be a futile exercise resulting in pain.
"Thank you for coming," he offers when Ed is close enough, somehow managing to keep his voice level and free from cracks.
He gestures down through the thoroughfare before simply saying "Come with me," and striding off, his own cane clipping lightly on the floor as he walks. He doesn't want to do this in the open, doesn't want Ed or anyone else to see him standing still in the open too long and see the little faultlines in him.
Instead, in relative quiet, he immediately leads them toward a funny little stone clocktower with a warm wooden door.