Well. Not writing. But when he appears in the Felandaris office, he does have a leather-bound notebook with him he's already untying. He is as he should be—healthy, like he's eaten the grazing equivalent of three square meals a day for while, any kind of muscle beneath the fit of his shirt, any kind of colour to his skin.
His clothing covers his reactor, but she might wager it's now a steady glow.
When he spots her, his arms kind of flap out to the sides and hold there, notes fanned in one hand. ]
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[ Tony has been—
Well. Not writing. But when he appears in the Felandaris office, he does have a leather-bound notebook with him he's already untying. He is as he should be—healthy, like he's eaten the grazing equivalent of three square meals a day for while, any kind of muscle beneath the fit of his shirt, any kind of colour to his skin.
His clothing covers his reactor, but she might wager it's now a steady glow.
When he spots her, his arms kind of flap out to the sides and hold there, notes fanned in one hand. ]