Eliot's suit is slightly wrinkled, and the hands he has folded placidly at the small of his back are sporting some bruised and abraded knuckles, but otherwise he looks exactly as Damien had left him half an hour ago.
"Mr. Moreau." He nods respectfully enough at Damien's approach and nods for one of the other men waiting to open the car door, and the man in question obeys with alacrity. And maybe a little bit of nerves.
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Date: 2017-01-29 03:59 am (UTC)"Mr. Moreau." He nods respectfully enough at Damien's approach and nods for one of the other men waiting to open the car door, and the man in question obeys with alacrity. And maybe a little bit of nerves.