[ He has been described as unstoppable, and when the first few times he seeks directions fail, he corners a staffer with his metal palm barring their way. He walks like he's marching into a fight — shoulders squared, chin down, a confident stride. When Pinocchio finally arrives at the cafe, he notices Wriothesley first.
Similar to the time they met, he's dressed well — dark fall-front breeches with brass buttons up each side of the front panel, a white dress shirt and black satin knotted at his throat, a dark blue waistcoat — and it only makes more conspicuous the rust stains on his Arm of Steel. He doesn't know what to expect. Uncertainty doesn't usually leave him feeling like someone's filled all his empty spaces inside with butterflies. ]
I hope I haven't kept you waiting too long.
[ It's a polite greeting. Not a shred of self-consciousness in the way he calmly meets Wriothesley's gaze, even if he can't help remembering how he'd looked under very different circumstances. ]
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Similar to the time they met, he's dressed well — dark fall-front breeches with brass buttons up each side of the front panel, a white dress shirt and black satin knotted at his throat, a dark blue waistcoat — and it only makes more conspicuous the rust stains on his Arm of Steel. He doesn't know what to expect. Uncertainty doesn't usually leave him feeling like someone's filled all his empty spaces inside with butterflies. ]
I hope I haven't kept you waiting too long.
[ It's a polite greeting. Not a shred of self-consciousness in the way he calmly meets Wriothesley's gaze, even if he can't help remembering how he'd looked under very different circumstances. ]