Walter makes his way from the train station to Daniel Drieberg's apartment for what, he assumes, will be the last time. His feet drag a bit on the stairs when he reaches the building and he's embarrassed at himself for trying to delay what's coming. He's made mistakes. Terrible, irredeemable mistakes. For that, losing a friend, his home, and his
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He opens the door, and smiles a little as he moves aside. "Hey. Come on it."
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He rubs at one arm with the other as he steps inside. Walter's stomach seems to turn over and over inside of him and his mouth goes dry. He hasn't known Daniel too terribly long. Why should this be difficult? Of course, he's never had many friends.
"I brought the feather, like you said."
He takes the nearly destroyed thing from his pocket. He frowns when he sees the mess the oil of his hands has made of the poor thing and begins trying to smooth it out again. One more thing ruined.
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"Can I see?" He takes it, and smooths the barbs back into place a little more, with care. "Wow, this is pretty great. It's definitely not a pigeon, or any kind of Falconiformes..."
...er, right. Serious Discussion. Seriously Face. He keeps holding the feather, though. "Listen, Walter... I saw the work you did on my costume. It's really great, but... um, I'd really appreciate it if you didn't --" not 'break in,' that's too harsh, "come in here when I'm not here, without asking me first. I know you were just trying to help, and I'm not mad, I promise, but it freaked me out a little, when I realised someone had been in my apartment. Okay?"
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"Hurnn..." Walter hangs his head. "I won't again. I promise." Invited or not, most likely. "I had just wanted to surprise you. If.. If it isn't what you had wanted, I'll pay to replace the materials and start again." He'll have to wait until his next paycheck, if he stays at Arkham that long...
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