Jonathan Crane - somewhere in TDK - That Bar
Jonathan's expression as he opens the door is absolutely unruffled.
His expression, however, is not visible to most observers beneath the rough burlap mask. He lets the door swing shut behind him and moves smoothly in the direction of the Bar, removing the mask as he goes and tucking it into a pocket in his rumpled, filthy suit.
The mask is not small, but somehow it seems to vanish amongst the folds of dirty fabric as if the pockets were much bigger on the inside than they appear.
Scratchily, with amusement he doesn't bother to contain, "Water, if you please."
[OOC: Once again, infinite slowtime is love.]
His expression, however, is not visible to most observers beneath the rough burlap mask. He lets the door swing shut behind him and moves smoothly in the direction of the Bar, removing the mask as he goes and tucking it into a pocket in his rumpled, filthy suit.
The mask is not small, but somehow it seems to vanish amongst the folds of dirty fabric as if the pockets were much bigger on the inside than they appear.
Scratchily, with amusement he doesn't bother to contain, "Water, if you please."
[OOC: Once again, infinite slowtime is love.]