[The deeper Solomon's scowl grows, the more self-assured Takasugi's smile becomes. He's all but draped on the table, leaning back against it and spreading his - dirty, by Solomon's accusation - arms over it.
A shift in posture that reveals more of his chest. There's a blurry line where skin gets paler, though what's tan and what's grime is undiscernible.
This is him. 'Waiting to see.' And narrowing his eye about the cookies.]
Thesa. [Maybe, if his shower actually ever had running water, he'd endeavor the plague-ridden tracts of his bathroom. But it's not even an option. Sometimes there's a wet slopping from that unused room. Sludge? A monster traveling the pipes?
He'd never bothered to check.]
But I'm sure your accommodations will be charming. [Charming. Quaint. In that southern 'bless your heart' kind of way.]
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A shift in posture that reveals more of his chest. There's a blurry line where skin gets paler, though what's tan and what's grime is undiscernible.
This is him. 'Waiting to see.'
And narrowing his eye about the cookies.]Thesa. [Maybe, if his shower actually ever had running water, he'd endeavor the plague-ridden tracts of his bathroom. But it's not even an option. Sometimes there's a wet slopping from that unused room. Sludge? A monster traveling the pipes?
He'd never bothered to check.]
But I'm sure your accommodations will be charming. [Charming. Quaint. In that southern 'bless your heart' kind of way.]