[He's actually nervous. Part of him is latched onto the perfectionist side as a method to calm him down. Does he look all right? Is the room straightened up? But there isn't much time to fret or fluster. All right, then. Deep breath.
The door slides open, and good god, he looks just like how he used to, back before the war. Bright-eyed, bushy-tailed, red of blood and round of ear and flat of forehead. With the door open and the hall particularly public, Malcolm doesn't throw himself into a hug immediately, but grins and ushers him inside.]
I have to say, this is all such a fantastic surprise. I wasn't anticipating running into anyone I knew.
/slowbro!
The door slides open, and good god, he looks just like how he used to, back before the war. Bright-eyed, bushy-tailed, red of blood and round of ear and flat of forehead. With the door open and the hall particularly public, Malcolm doesn't throw himself into a hug immediately, but grins and ushers him inside.]
I have to say, this is all such a fantastic surprise. I wasn't anticipating running into anyone I knew.