"What the hell is their problem," he exclaims instead, glossing briefly over the pleasant sympathies of the man before him in favor of complaining about the situation that presents itself. "They are running around doing these things in the name of someone who no longer exists! It is embarassing."
Clearly disgruntled, he reaches down for the draped linen that envelopes them, hiking a handful of cloth up from his bare feet — as if unused to having it all following in his wake. He does not march upon the man with his bucket and rag, so much as... advance with stiff intent, the line of his nose lifting below the obscuring veil to give a. Well. A sniff of the air, animal-like in motion; the backwards cant of his head, the way his eyes close to better scent the lean figure found in the temple.
When he drops his chin, it is to fix Ashraf with a narrowed gaze. Mildly suspicious but also just, naturally annoyed by all things in the world: "Who are you, then? Strange men in a temple like this better have good reason."
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Clearly disgruntled, he reaches down for the draped linen that envelopes them, hiking a handful of cloth up from his bare feet — as if unused to having it all following in his wake. He does not march upon the man with his bucket and rag, so much as... advance with stiff intent, the line of his nose lifting below the obscuring veil to give a. Well. A sniff of the air, animal-like in motion; the backwards cant of his head, the way his eyes close to better scent the lean figure found in the temple.
When he drops his chin, it is to fix Ashraf with a narrowed gaze. Mildly suspicious but also just, naturally annoyed by all things in the world: "Who are you, then? Strange men in a temple like this better have good reason."