As if Byerly had just zapped him with a static shock, Josias shoots straight upwards from his chair as soon as addressed. Wide-eyed, he looks faintly guilty, albeit unsure why, and mostly terrified.
"Purchase orders," is his answer to the question, blurted out hastily after a moment of just standing their ramrod straight. Then, as if that were the cue to start any motion that had been stalled, he abruptly sweeps up an armful of ledgers and crosses the room to Byerly. "Years old, you see? Never closed."
There is something close to enthusiasm in his tone, the frantic flicking of pages and pointing to tiny scribbled figures. A flurry of movement that stands as good distraction for Josias to examine Byerly more closely from the corner of his eyes.
He had witnessed a moment he was not meant to, that much was very clear, and he feels it now like a prized piece of jewellery between his fingers - the need to turn it over and over, pry it's ornamentation and facets apart, learn their origin.
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Date: 2023-03-09 01:07 am (UTC)"Purchase orders," is his answer to the question, blurted out hastily after a moment of just standing their ramrod straight. Then, as if that were the cue to start any motion that had been stalled, he abruptly sweeps up an armful of ledgers and crosses the room to Byerly. "Years old, you see? Never closed."
There is something close to enthusiasm in his tone, the frantic flicking of pages and pointing to tiny scribbled figures. A flurry of movement that stands as good distraction for Josias to examine Byerly more closely from the corner of his eyes.
He had witnessed a moment he was not meant to, that much was very clear, and he feels it now like a prized piece of jewellery between his fingers - the need to turn it over and over, pry it's ornamentation and facets apart, learn their origin.