[He'd think that non-answer a coy confirmation of having lost the way, but for two things. One, Solomon is engrossed in a one sided conversation with a street lamp, rather than the man he'd called upon.
Two, this is a familiar path, cobblestone that winds through Olympia's more stately streets to the vampire's shared cottage. For how easily his own feet recognize the road, Solomon must be more so - a tiresome drag, lost in memory the moment its finished being traversed.
So habitual, one can't remember the process when forced to think about it step by step.
Takasugi approaches to right the man's embarrassing trajectory, sliding a hand across his shoulders to turn him.] I couldn't resist an urgent call-
[That's a fucking lie he'd leave someone crying for help on read.] But this doesn't seem too pressing.
Do you need me at all? [It sure looks like Solomon could use some guidance, whatever his state is. Takasugi isn't taking any effort to make his inspection subtle, with the suspicion that the blonde can't see him tilting his head to peer into light eyes.]
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Two, this is a familiar path, cobblestone that winds through Olympia's more stately streets to the vampire's shared cottage. For how easily his own feet recognize the road, Solomon must be more so - a tiresome drag, lost in memory the moment its finished being traversed.
So habitual, one can't remember the process when forced to think about it step by step.
Takasugi approaches to right the man's embarrassing trajectory, sliding a hand across his shoulders to turn him.] I couldn't resist an urgent call-
[That's a fucking lie he'd leave someone crying for help on read.] But this doesn't seem too pressing.
Do you need me at all? [It sure looks like Solomon could use some guidance, whatever his state is. Takasugi isn't taking any effort to make his inspection subtle, with the suspicion that the blonde can't see him tilting his head to peer into light eyes.]