Lazily strolls through the streets of Bloomsbury as he heads to work yet again.

𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 𝑪𝑨𝑳𝑳 !! Upon liking this tweet you will receive a random starter (that may or may not include a GIF). Length and detail will be dependent on muse. Bridgerton/Historical verses only.

/ HI BBY 🥺

Will a day go by where ink doesn't spill all over him and his apron? Unlikely. He's now going to smell of camphor all day.

/ Kind of!! 🥺

Ink stained his hands. So goes the life of an apprentice printer.

If she considers twenty separate orders calm, then he supposes so.

He's fine! She worries too much. He's only been working a few hours — and by that he means five. He'll eat something later this evening. Probably.

The others are on their break. He's been left to man the operation. Please tell him she's not here to ask for something to be printed. He might actually cry.

. . . Fine! But only because she came all this way.

And risk her getting her fancy clothing stained? Absolutely not. She's to remain far away from any and all printing presses and ink.

If she's sure he isn't going to get murdered if she ruins her dress... alright, fine. He could do with an extra set of hands for a while. He beckoned her over to the far side of the printing room with a wave of his hand. "I'm assuming you've never done any of this before?"

Grumbles about it being cold.

"Indubitably so."

/ I never seem to get QRTs in my mentions on any of my accounts these days, so if I ever miss yours, that's probably why 🥲

His mouth quirked into a smile that mirrored hers, amusement dancing in his eyes. "Whilst I appreciate the offer, I don't think your coat would quite fit me."

Bones click as he stretches.

He's taking his sweet time strolling back home from the print shop this evening.