[Yes, that is a sigh of relief as Qubit opens the door. For a moment, Carlisle thought he was going to have to actually send him a message on his phone to get him to come to the door. That's practically a sign of admitting that Qubit was right, as usual, and that won't do in this specific scenario. It's not that he doesn't correspond with Qubit plenty through the network as it is, but the device just makes Carlisle feel self-conscious, reminding him of just how inadequate he is with technology. So often, he has to turn to Qubit for help with the machinery of Anchor, and—
Carlisle's own train of thought is cut off as he realizes, somewhat belatedly, that Qubit didn't finish what he was saying, didn't continue chastising him about 'texting' or question why the clergyman thought etching a glyph to repel necrotic energies onto the door of his lab was a good idea in the first place. Carlisle was expecting that, or some kind of teasing remark about the pebbles, as this isn't the first (and likely won't be the last) time he's used them to get Qubit's attention.
However, Qubit simply trailed off, and that gives him pause. He looks down at his outfit, suddenly sheepish. He knew he was overdressed.]
I hadn't time to wash my outfit before coming here, and I thought that, after lying in the dirt for three days, I should wear something clean.
[He straightens the inky black scarf at his neck; it seems to be the same scarf that's pinned in place by his tiara where his veil would normally be, the loose ends having been wrapped around him and tucked into the front of his dark-jade coat. After taking a second to pull in a breath and steel himself, Carlisle hurries into the lab, past the door and the glyph and the oppressive magic he put there to protect his friend. It's only once he's inside, past Qubit, and well away from the door that he exhales.]
Right. Perhaps I should have simply messaged you to open the door, but I still insist that glyph was a good idea.
[He also insists, by changing the subject entirely, they don't talk about his outfit.]
no subject
Carlisle's own train of thought is cut off as he realizes, somewhat belatedly, that Qubit didn't finish what he was saying, didn't continue chastising him about 'texting' or question why the clergyman thought etching a glyph to repel necrotic energies onto the door of his lab was a good idea in the first place. Carlisle was expecting that, or some kind of teasing remark about the pebbles, as this isn't the first (and likely won't be the last) time he's used them to get Qubit's attention.
However, Qubit simply trailed off, and that gives him pause. He looks down at his outfit, suddenly sheepish. He knew he was overdressed.]
I hadn't time to wash my outfit before coming here, and I thought that, after lying in the dirt for three days, I should wear something clean.
[He straightens the inky black scarf at his neck; it seems to be the same scarf that's pinned in place by his tiara where his veil would normally be, the loose ends having been wrapped around him and tucked into the front of his dark-jade coat. After taking a second to pull in a breath and steel himself, Carlisle hurries into the lab, past the door and the glyph and the oppressive magic he put there to protect his friend. It's only once he's inside, past Qubit, and well away from the door that he exhales.]
Right. Perhaps I should have simply messaged you to open the door, but I still insist that glyph was a good idea.
[He also insists, by changing the subject entirely, they don't talk about his outfit.]