The knock startles Victor out of his thoughts, meaning the chair he's sitting in rocks dangerously for a moment. Luckily he manages to avoid tipping over -- wouldn't do to possibly give himself a head injury right before they start this. He rises to open the door --
Oh. Cameron's already come in. With a lot of wire and wood. Victor eyes the pile with puzzled interest. Well, she said she knew --
She.
It clicks in Victor's mind just then -- Cameron's a girl. And she's in his room. Alone.
He has an unchaperoned young lady in his room.
Victor can't stop the blush rising on his cheeks as awkward shock fills him. He knows women don't need chaperones to move about freely these days. In fact, he's pretty sure women and men visit each other one on one all the time now. But that knowledge is running up against 1875 manners, which are now yelling at him for daring to take such liberties. What kind of a proper gentleman does he think he is? If he's not careful, he could end up with the reputation of a rake! Except that wouldn't really matter here, would it? (Do people even call such men "rakes" anymore? Damn it, why does the world have to be so confusing?)
It takes Victor a moment to respond to her, what with the swirl of emotion in him. "Cameron! H-hello! I -- y-yes, that was n-nice of you." Deep breaths. Deep breaths before you make a complete arse out of yourself. "We s-should -- I have the d-diagrams r-right here. . . ." He turns the open book so she can see it better.
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on 2009-05-29 09:42 pm (UTC)Oh. Cameron's already come in. With a lot of wire and wood. Victor eyes the pile with puzzled interest. Well, she said she knew --
She.
It clicks in Victor's mind just then -- Cameron's a girl. And she's in his room. Alone.
He has an unchaperoned young lady in his room.
Victor can't stop the blush rising on his cheeks as awkward shock fills him. He knows women don't need chaperones to move about freely these days. In fact, he's pretty sure women and men visit each other one on one all the time now. But that knowledge is running up against 1875 manners, which are now yelling at him for daring to take such liberties. What kind of a proper gentleman does he think he is? If he's not careful, he could end up with the reputation of a rake! Except that wouldn't really matter here, would it? (Do people even call such men "rakes" anymore? Damn it, why does the world have to be so confusing?)
It takes Victor a moment to respond to her, what with the swirl of emotion in him. "Cameron! H-hello! I -- y-yes, that was n-nice of you." Deep breaths. Deep breaths before you make a complete arse out of yourself. "We s-should -- I have the d-diagrams r-right here. . . ." He turns the open book so she can see it better.