When Alexei enters the home, a bell jingles, and footsteps in a side-room stop for a mere beat. Music plays from an old gramophone, a tune of lazy-yet-chipper brass filling the air of the "office" area of the headquarters. When the voice calls out from the office, it isn't Capochin's, and the footsteps, though not moving to the door, are too heavy to be his, anyhow.
"Ooooone second, I'll be right wif yew!"
Another step, then two, then three. Humming is only interrupted by occasional, good-natured mumbling to himself. It sounds like he's organizing papers, if the shuffling is anything to go off of.
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Date: 2025-04-05 02:44 am (UTC)"Ooooone second, I'll be right wif yew!"
Another step, then two, then three. Humming is only interrupted by occasional, good-natured mumbling to himself. It sounds like he's organizing papers, if the shuffling is anything to go off of.