Standing the main room, leaning back against the edge of the nearest sofa lounge, already oriented in their direction as if with every expectation that they should run into each other. Dressed for the evening, currently, in his oxblood velvet trousers, dressed down with a tank top of silky black fabric, bare arms folded stiff across his chest. No makeup, save for what lingering particles of black and silver he didn't excavate from between his eyelashes.
And emanating a specific kind of poisonous anger that has yet to surface this entire time, but familiar from a distant past for one of them. Different from a preydrive, where black pupils have shrunk small in glacial-grey, and his jaw is set taut, haughty, even when he offers then a small slice of a smile.
"Bonsoir," he says. "I trust you both slept well."
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Standing the main room, leaning back against the edge of the nearest sofa lounge, already oriented in their direction as if with every expectation that they should run into each other. Dressed for the evening, currently, in his oxblood velvet trousers, dressed down with a tank top of silky black fabric, bare arms folded stiff across his chest. No makeup, save for what lingering particles of black and silver he didn't excavate from between his eyelashes.
And emanating a specific kind of poisonous anger that has yet to surface this entire time, but familiar from a distant past for one of them. Different from a preydrive, where black pupils have shrunk small in glacial-grey, and his jaw is set taut, haughty, even when he offers then a small slice of a smile.
"Bonsoir," he says. "I trust you both slept well."