[test out!]

[rawri]

You know, I think your eyesight's getting better. All of the names stay on their lines. [this, from a bowtie'd, suit-coated man leaning elbows-first across from an old, puffy white-haired woman in a hotel lobby, a big quarter-full book open in front of him and a brown and grey cat tail flicking lazy-as-you-please behind him. the old woman tittered, saying one thing or another, and the man only smiled.]

[he hadn't been there long: four minutes tops, trotting in at seven thirteen sharp with the air of someone with a new routine, still bouncy in the step and bright in the eyes. the old lady acted accordingly - surprised he'd come, surprised over what he wanted to see, but willing all the same.]

[(the truth: she was deeply senile - he was indulgent.)]

[and so they'd be. one behind the counter looking a tad puzzled at his ears (such an older man, surely he still shouldn't have those), and another rocking on his heels and toes as he flipped through the record book, calm as could be. it was peaceful, in its own, easy to shatter way.]