[Pasty thigh is preferable to the fashion disaster Solomon had revealed a glimpse of when Takasugi arrived. Really, he should take off the ensemble entirely, climb in the bath...
It's difficult not to be bored, when the most active thing to set his eye on is a spoon clinking obnoxiously against porcelain.]
Hmm. [Is he bored? No. But he's fine with Solomon getting the impression that he is - he can certainly see it from here.
Solomon may be genuine, asking for Takasugi's preferences, but he takes the questions as a sorry attempt to insult him via hollow placation. He doesn't echo the man's courteous tone.]
Go ahead. I'll finish my tea- [He drops the cookie and raises the cup for another drink. As if he plans on savoring it, the taste they both know is nothing special.
Really, he'll probably down it quickly once Solomon leaves, and meet him in the bathroom. Slide past the door frame and get real close behind his host.] Ready to wash my back?
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It's difficult not to be bored, when the most active thing to set his eye on is a spoon clinking obnoxiously against porcelain.]
Hmm. [Is he bored? No. But he's fine with Solomon getting the impression that he is - he can certainly see it from here.
Solomon may be genuine, asking for Takasugi's preferences, but he takes the questions as a sorry attempt to insult him via hollow placation. He doesn't echo the man's courteous tone.]
Go ahead. I'll finish my tea- [He drops the cookie and raises the cup for another drink. As if he plans on savoring it, the taste they both know is nothing special.
Really, he'll probably down it quickly once Solomon leaves, and meet him in the bathroom. Slide past the door frame and get real close behind his host.] Ready to wash my back?