[Visibly relieved, Solomon looks almost as if he truly questioned Takasugi's basic hygiene. Which is fair, given the locale he chooses when he's hosting Solomon as a guest. But the assumption is enough to set his brow and leave his fingers curled on the table.
There's a limit to how foolish he'll let himself be regarded.
Even, or perhaps especially, with regard to the facets of mundane life.
Implacable, his smile remains - not polite. It never was.
With lips curled upwards, he takes a sip of the too-hot beverage. It tastes... fine.] Smother them with too much comfort, and they'll get bored. [Clink. He sets his tea back down and reaches for a cookie.
Only to toy with it in his (grungy) fingers, still on the plate.]
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There's a limit to how foolish he'll let himself be regarded.
Even, or perhaps especially, with regard to the facets of mundane life.
Implacable, his smile remains - not polite. It never was.
With lips curled upwards, he takes a sip of the too-hot beverage. It tastes... fine.] Smother them with too much comfort, and they'll get bored. [Clink. He sets his tea back down and reaches for a cookie.
Only to toy with it in his (grungy) fingers, still on the plate.]