[With a stare that lingers just a little too long, Takasugi turns his gaze to Cain as his story wraps up. The onus now given to his special idiot (a palatable nickname for this guy), he leans forward in his seat, fingers tapping lightly on the side of his glass.
His laugh is sharp, brief; it sounds more fake than it is. The little jab under the table is enough of a reaction for him, the story's twofold purpose - disarm the women and take the piss out of Cain - accomplished.]
He's quite the charmer. I'm sure you both can agree.
[They nod and coo that they do, actually, agree.]
Who knows, maybe some day he'll drag me up a mountain for one of your sakes. [He shrugs, and, after a beat, leans further in, one elbow perched on the table. He speaks to the women with his back shifted towards Cain, as if whispering a secret.]
Though, if you've heard anything of the woman who got away, I'd love to hear. Any tales of deceit or cunning escape floating around?
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His laugh is sharp, brief; it sounds more fake than it is. The little jab under the table is enough of a reaction for him, the story's twofold purpose - disarm the women and take the piss out of Cain - accomplished.]
He's quite the charmer. I'm sure you both can agree.
[They nod and coo that they do, actually, agree.]
Who knows, maybe some day he'll drag me up a mountain for one of your sakes. [He shrugs, and, after a beat, leans further in, one elbow perched on the table. He speaks to the women with his back shifted towards Cain, as if whispering a secret.]
Though, if you've heard anything of the woman who got away, I'd love to hear. Any tales of deceit or cunning escape floating around?