It seemed most were enjoying the fine day rather than being cooped up in the stuffy halls, which was a stroke of luck for their purposes, no need to trot out the excuses yet. Edmund still keeps a lookout as they make the climb and emerge down the sought-upon hallway, just in case there were any observers as keen-eyed as Ienzo marking their movements.
"That wouldn't be very sporting of me, now would it? I'm not that much of a tosspot! Just a tipple or two, enough to prove we could." The point wasn't the drink really; it was the adventure of it all, and a new chum to pull it off with.
Speaking of which...
He's not deceived by the cheeriness and magnanimity. Edmund peers over his shoulder with a decided glower that's intent to skewer his blustery partner in crime for shoving off the dirty work onto him while clearly distrusting him to keep proper lookout - or keep his word. "And how do I know you're being straight with me?" he demands, brandishing a pin and handkerchief from his pocket like they were his makeshift sword and shield rather than the tools of the amateur lockpicking trade. "Using me to break in to get more than cordial - Wilkes has been known to take part in certain Societies, hasn't he? - I wouldn't put it past your set to want access to their notes."
His gaze might not have quite the piercing severity of Ienzo's, but it had the uprightness of truth and the justice of honour (among thieves though it may be) to give an extra force to his inquiries.
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"That wouldn't be very sporting of me, now would it? I'm not that much of a tosspot! Just a tipple or two, enough to prove we could." The point wasn't the drink really; it was the adventure of it all, and a new chum to pull it off with.
Speaking of which...
He's not deceived by the cheeriness and magnanimity. Edmund peers over his shoulder with a decided glower that's intent to skewer his blustery partner in crime for shoving off the dirty work onto him while clearly distrusting him to keep proper lookout - or keep his word. "And how do I know you're being straight with me?" he demands, brandishing a pin and handkerchief from his pocket like they were his makeshift sword and shield rather than the tools of the amateur lockpicking trade. "Using me to break in to get more than cordial - Wilkes has been known to take part in certain Societies, hasn't he? - I wouldn't put it past your set to want access to their notes."
His gaze might not have quite the piercing severity of Ienzo's, but it had the uprightness of truth and the justice of honour (among thieves though it may be) to give an extra force to his inquiries.