I’m taking WIPjoy at my own pace. For today I’ll break and give you a new snippet of Faebourne. In this scene, Duncan has been left alone to dress himself before breakfast.
He was peering under the bed in search of appropriate footwear when the door opened once more and Richard entered. Duncan rose from the Lotto carpet to find Richard’s gray eyes surveying him sternly. “I just, erm…” Duncan said and held out a foot.
Richard’s eyebrows rose in comprehension. “You haven’t any. Yet.”
“I beg your pardon?” Duncan asked. “I can hardly go down to breakfast in my stockings!”
“No one here will take offense, I assure you,” Richard told him. “Just do be careful of Aloysius; he nibbles toes.” With that, he turned on his heel and marched out of the room, leaving Duncan no recourse but to follow or starve. Shoeless either way.