It's a quiet night. Alfred is reclined a little with an embroidery hoop, calmly stitching away at the back of an old coat by the firelight. He's at peace, sighing softly in contentment, taking a moment to shut his eyes and just...relax.
Which is probably why he jumps a mile in the air when Herbert suddenly bursts in, yelping a little, eyes going very wide as he processes what he's seeing.
It takes him a beat or two for it to register...and then his jaw drops, face going a little red. "Ah - oh - Engel, you - they look lovely," he stammers, unsure what the right response is here. The coat is absently set aside, though, making it clear that yes, of course he will make time.
"A-All that work for me, I'm - I'm f-flattered...."
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Date: 2022-01-31 12:18 am (UTC)Which is probably why he jumps a mile in the air when Herbert suddenly bursts in, yelping a little, eyes going very wide as he processes what he's seeing.
It takes him a beat or two for it to register...and then his jaw drops, face going a little red. "Ah - oh - Engel, you - they look lovely," he stammers, unsure what the right response is here. The coat is absently set aside, though, making it clear that yes, of course he will make time.
"A-All that work for me, I'm - I'm f-flattered...."