[ Kaspar is happy, at first, the new information fluttering lightly in his stomach. It sinks, though, plummeting to his knees once he can practically feel van Zieks floundering in the distance between them. Yet just because he can tell, doesn't mean he has a clue as to the why or what to do.
Did he wear too much? Is he being a bad guest?
Kaspar shakes his head eventually, to the tea, though it's hard to tell.
And then suddenly he starts fluidly unbuttoning his flannel with deft fingers. Predictably, he has no words. Height difference aside, he offers it to van Zieks by holding it out for him with both hands.
Unfortunately, Kaspar's white undershirt is the one from under his uniform, form fitting and sleeveless. ]
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[ Kaspar is happy, at first, the new information fluttering lightly in his stomach. It sinks, though, plummeting to his knees once he can practically feel van Zieks floundering in the distance between them. Yet just because he can tell, doesn't mean he has a clue as to the why or what to do.
Did he wear too much? Is he being a bad guest?
Kaspar shakes his head eventually, to the tea, though it's hard to tell.
And then suddenly he starts fluidly unbuttoning his flannel with deft fingers. Predictably, he has no words. Height difference aside, he offers it to van Zieks by holding it out for him with both hands.
Unfortunately, Kaspar's white undershirt is the one from under his uniform, form fitting and sleeveless. ]