( His friends are a couple of self-isolating idiots. It can't be helped.
Javert himself is already immaculately put together despite the early hour. He doesn't have his coat on, nor his hat, but even in his shirtsleeves and waistcoat, it's difficult to tell if he's been injured. His shirt is buttoned up to the collar, pristine and pressed. He doesn't walk with a cane when he goes to the door, but he still a bit of a limp. The inspector looks him over briefly, taking in his appearance and posture, before allowing him in. )
Sit. ( He barks, in a manner that leaves no room for argument. ) Now what is this about an off switch?
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Javert himself is already immaculately put together despite the early hour. He doesn't have his coat on, nor his hat, but even in his shirtsleeves and waistcoat, it's difficult to tell if he's been injured. His shirt is buttoned up to the collar, pristine and pressed. He doesn't walk with a cane when he goes to the door, but he still a bit of a limp. The inspector looks him over briefly, taking in his appearance and posture, before allowing him in. )
Sit. ( He barks, in a manner that leaves no room for argument. ) Now what is this about an off switch?