( he starts to type out a response, an acknowledgement that no, she didn't, but who else gives a shit about whether dessert goes with tea? but then the 'see you soon' comes on through, and he doesn't bother.
he wouldn't have guessed that she'd ride a motorbike — some kind of estate feels like it'd suit her more, but he wouldn't be able to say why.
in contrast to the first time she'd met him, and perhaps a little more in-line with the whole MR KNIGHT thing, marc's dressed in an all-white three-piece, complete with fussy crescent moons serving as cufflinks and buttons on his waistcoat. it's not as pristine as he'd like — at home, he'd had the benefit of owning more white suits than he'd ever, ever admit to, while here it's presently just the one.
still, it speaks to a certain image, an impression that's typically slightly beyond marc. truth be told, it's a little more steven grant, but steven's never really cared for moon knight, and so— )
Wanda. ( marc, steven, the minimally elaborated upon 'mr. knight', it barely matters. that working-class chicago accent is still present in the vowels, in the way he says her name. in spite of himself, it's not distant — it's effusive, more of a 'hello' than he'd admit.
his gaze shifts to the bag, notable, but he says nothing; a beat, he looks to the bike. it's a lingering glance, although for now he doesn't say anything. he'll offer later, if she wants. )
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he wouldn't have guessed that she'd ride a motorbike — some kind of estate feels like it'd suit her more, but he wouldn't be able to say why.
in contrast to the first time she'd met him, and perhaps a little more in-line with the whole MR KNIGHT thing, marc's dressed in an all-white three-piece, complete with fussy crescent moons serving as cufflinks and buttons on his waistcoat. it's not as pristine as he'd like — at home, he'd had the benefit of owning more white suits than he'd ever, ever admit to, while here it's presently just the one.
still, it speaks to a certain image, an impression that's typically slightly beyond marc. truth be told, it's a little more steven grant, but steven's never really cared for moon knight, and so— )
Wanda. ( marc, steven, the minimally elaborated upon 'mr. knight', it barely matters. that working-class chicago accent is still present in the vowels, in the way he says her name. in spite of himself, it's not distant — it's effusive, more of a 'hello' than he'd admit.
his gaze shifts to the bag, notable, but he says nothing; a beat, he looks to the bike. it's a lingering glance, although for now he doesn't say anything. he'll offer later, if she wants. )
This way.