( Louis frowns, puzzled at the stranger's demeanor, until he remembers (feeling slightly foolish for forgetting) that most people here have probably been here for longer than he has, and are therefore more accustomed to the strangeness of it all.
That would explain the attitude, but... )
I'm sorry, how can this be a game?
( A bewildered shake of his head. It isn't that he's doubtful — the young man seems so certain of it! — but Louis has always hated confusion. )
no subject
That would explain the attitude, but... )
I'm sorry, how can this be a game?
( A bewildered shake of his head. It isn't that he's doubtful — the young man seems so certain of it! — but Louis has always hated confusion. )
What is there to solve?