“Oops!” | Cutler to Thomas

{ Random Oopsies }

Pushing himself up from the floor after a rather horrific tumble down a blessedly short flight of stairs, Thomas stilled as he noted a pair of polished shoes – upon which the wig which had flown from his head and likely slid across the polished wood had come to settle. 

Flushing furiously with embarrassment, Thomas brought himself to his feet to face whom he would have to apologize to on account of his own misfortune. The sight of the young upstart from the EITC made him want to swallow his tongue entirely and feign far greater injury than that which he had actually attained solely to avoid this particular encounter, but in the end he grit out that which polite society dictated, and even managed to paint on a smile in the process.

Miranda, at least, would be proud of him for not simply storming out of the building and returning home in a right state.

“Forgive me – I’m afraid I lost my footing.”