[ Akira promptly steps out of the way as Ozymandias takes the limelight, still the very picture of a dutiful assistant. (The guard seems no more enlightened as he's subjected to an incredibly long monologue, glancing to the boy as if to ask him to hurry the Professor along.)
And he "tries", really, he does. He stops nodding in tune with every word Oblansk says, giving some sort of vague, timid gesture to indicate he needs to wrap up so they can both go home. (The gesture is meant to be easily brushed aside, and it is.)
Fortunately the official's patience is worn thin after an entire night spent filtering through countless faces. He's visibly beginning to fold under the combined pressure of their most riveting performance, and it's just about breaking point when Akira whispers back, ]
Oh, no... He'll never be the same again...
[ (Once an esteemed scholar, now half mad-man, filled with absurd visions and ambitions—) ]
—makes a great tonic for hair-loss though. For sleeping, too. Oh, and virili—
[ The guard clears his throat and hastens them through the gate, if only to finally get on with his night. (The line only grows increasingly larger and restless behind them, plenty of folks wanting to get in sooner rather than later.)
At long last... they're in. Akira takes a moment to pull on his fringe, tension cutting from his shoulders with a quiet huff of air. He then flashes a small grin over to his accomplice. ]
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And he "tries", really, he does. He stops nodding in tune with every word Oblansk says, giving some sort of vague, timid gesture to indicate he needs to wrap up so they can both go home. (The gesture is meant to be easily brushed aside, and it is.)
Fortunately the official's patience is worn thin after an entire night spent filtering through countless faces. He's visibly beginning to fold under the combined pressure of their most riveting performance, and it's just about breaking point when Akira whispers back, ]
Oh, no... He'll never be the same again...
[ (Once an esteemed scholar, now half mad-man, filled with absurd visions and ambitions—) ]
—makes a great tonic for hair-loss though. For sleeping, too. Oh, and virili—
[ The guard clears his throat and hastens them through the gate, if only to finally get on with his night. (The line only grows increasingly larger and restless behind them, plenty of folks wanting to get in sooner rather than later.)
At long last... they're in. Akira takes a moment to pull on his fringe, tension cutting from his shoulders with a quiet huff of air. He then flashes a small grin over to his accomplice. ]
Nice work.