"Just...called to see if everything is all right there."
Barshai's cultured voice was soothing, in a way. The danseur didn't talk like someone who had been born poor, but Taras guessed he had managed to learn to talk fancy, somewhere along the way.
He rubbed his jaw. He'd gone a full day without shaving. Taras knew after he shaved tomorrow morning, his jaw would be particularly smooth.
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Date: 2009-02-17 10:56 pm (UTC)Taras paused.
"Just...called to see if everything is all right there."
Barshai's cultured voice was soothing, in a way. The danseur didn't talk like someone who had been born poor, but Taras guessed he had managed to learn to talk fancy, somewhere along the way.
He rubbed his jaw. He'd gone a full day without shaving. Taras knew after he shaved tomorrow morning, his jaw would be particularly smooth.
"...Khartov says your leg is better."