#starkprotocol02

[hearthecall]

@starkprotocol

          Steve raps his knuckles on the frame of the door -- one two three, less like a request for permission to enter and more like a death knell -- then leans to the side without actually entering the space. He’s 99.99% sure he’s not welcome to just stroll in anymore.

           His voice is decidedly more even than he feels, low but timid as he addresses the room’s only occupant.

                                          “ I was gonna bring a gift, but... I didn’t think you’d trust anything I brought you. “

[notwhateveryonesees]

@starkprotocol [cont.]

>>You’re welcome. >>I’d suggest hiding it somewhere pretty well yourself. >>I can’t promise he won’t try to take it again.