[ He has no idea how she's supposed to get there so fast, but he waits on the roof, somehow having dug out some kind of sweater for the slight chill. He looks a little out of place, in jeans that don't quite fit, a little tight in certain areas -- and the sweater bright and knitted.
He doesn't realize how faux-wholesome it makes him look.
But he's nervous. Why would someone want to talk to him this badly? He looks nervous, looking around in slow circles, trying to figure out where she's going to come from, before he focused on the door. Like she'd come through there. ]
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[ He has no idea how she's supposed to get there so fast, but he waits on the roof, somehow having dug out some kind of sweater for the slight chill. He looks a little out of place, in jeans that don't quite fit, a little tight in certain areas -- and the sweater bright and knitted.
He doesn't realize how faux-wholesome it makes him look.
But he's nervous. Why would someone want to talk to him this badly? He looks nervous, looking around in slow circles, trying to figure out where she's going to come from, before he focused on the door. Like she'd come through there. ]