Jarek arrives in the laboratoffice with a little less than his usual easy swagger. He's made deliveries to the Feytower, certainly, but if someone was actually invited inside, they usually only wanted Thimblewhick. The further he's walked through its opulent halls, the more underdressed he's felt for this occasion, even if he is wearing his cleanest shirt (which is honestly getting too small for him, but normally he doesn't feel like failing to cover his abdomen is a mistake).
When he steps through the door, he looks like he might try to grin widely and excuse himself from what must be the wrong room, but he calms a bit when he sees his twin among the party.
"Ah! Jarek Riptide, arriving as requested! Hopefully early? Or am I late after all? I apologise. It's hard to know when to expect nesting behaviour when the critters can't seem to stick with live birth or laying eggs, and--well, anyway." Jarek clears his throat, rolls his shoulders like someone who expects 'getting to work' to always involve heavy lifting, and tries ineffectively to tuck his shirt down over his midriff. "Please don't let me interrupt if you've already started; I'm sure introductions can wait. Although..." Jarek peers around the chamber for their host, as if he can't already see over most anything in the room.
((Anyone with a perception greater than zero can see that Jarek is deeply confused as to why anyone would request him here, now, and among the rest of this crew.))
When he steps through the door, he looks like he might try to grin widely and excuse himself from what must be the wrong room, but he calms a bit when he sees his twin among the party.
"Ah! Jarek Riptide, arriving as requested! Hopefully early? Or am I late after all? I apologise. It's hard to know when to expect nesting behaviour when the critters can't seem to stick with live birth or laying eggs, and--well, anyway." Jarek clears his throat, rolls his shoulders like someone who expects 'getting to work' to always involve heavy lifting, and tries ineffectively to tuck his shirt down over his midriff. "Please don't let me interrupt if you've already started; I'm sure introductions can wait. Although..." Jarek peers around the chamber for their host, as if he can't already see over most anything in the room.
((Anyone with a perception greater than zero can see that Jarek is deeply confused as to why anyone would request him here, now, and among the rest of this crew.))