[Jacob's easily making his way down, leaping from leaf to lower leaf. Some of them bounce or tremble as he lands on them, which makes balancing a little more tricky, but he doesn't linger on any of them very long. And when he's low enough to the ground to make the jump- which is quite a lot higher than most might make the jump from- he leaps down, rolling when he lands.
And then he's on his feet again, grinning ear to ear.]
You're Pratt? Frye. Nice to finally meet you in person, I was beginning to think you were avoiding me.
[The man's actual name might be Jacob, but that's just weird, so he does what all good Victorians do, and sticks to surnames. It's just easier.]
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And then he's on his feet again, grinning ear to ear.]
You're Pratt? Frye. Nice to finally meet you in person, I was beginning to think you were avoiding me.
[The man's actual name might be Jacob, but that's just weird, so he does what all good Victorians do, and sticks to surnames. It's just easier.]