So Juno is treated to quite a sight when Javert shambles through the doors looking as much unlike himself as he can possibly manage. His posture and bearing, he manages to maintain. Everything else... well, his neck is carefully wrapped, his face is hideously dry and gaunt, and he looks like he could use another month or two of deathlike sleep. But he is upright, and his eyes still dart and flick around like he is ready to commit all he sees to a photographic memory, and to him, that is enough.
He does not bother to hide what he's come for. He strides directly to Juno's desk, takes an intentional sip of that coffee right in front of him, and sets the cup firmly down.
See, Juno? He's fine enough to be mildly petty. He's fine.]
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So Juno is treated to quite a sight when Javert shambles through the doors looking as much unlike himself as he can possibly manage. His posture and bearing, he manages to maintain. Everything else... well, his neck is carefully wrapped, his face is hideously dry and gaunt, and he looks like he could use another month or two of deathlike sleep. But he is upright, and his eyes still dart and flick around like he is ready to commit all he sees to a photographic memory, and to him, that is enough.
He does not bother to hide what he's come for. He strides directly to Juno's desk, takes an intentional sip of that coffee right in front of him, and sets the cup firmly down.
See, Juno? He's fine enough to be mildly petty. He's fine.]
What did you find?