[ They have an unspoken mutual understanding, then -- no need for a word further from either. It’d only ruin the moment. ]
I’ll bet. [ A soft ‘heh’ of a chuckle. ] Good to know you haven’t changed a bit. [ Really, really good, in truth, all things considered.
In the weeks since since Patara, Rokurou has, if nothing else, had time enough by now to process the fact that what he saw of Eizen’s future was his future, beyond the shadow of a doubt. What he hasn’t come to terms with yet, however, is what he makes of the whole thing, or how he somehow duped himself into contracting the guy behind the act... who doesn’t seem like such a bad kid, in truth. A far cry from the Shepherd they know, suffice it to say.
On that note, he’ll drink to that, taking a swig of the alcohol in his glass, despite it being something other than his preference. The burn from it is different than his standard fare; its taste a crueler, harsher bite.
But that’s just Eizen’s type, now isn’t it?
A silence lapses thereafter, long enough for the daemon to savor the effect of his drink with a long exhale, head craned back. But hey, at least he’s not making with the contract talk straightaway, right? Knowing Eizen, he’d probably take offense and want to throw down--
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I’ll bet. [ A soft ‘heh’ of a chuckle. ] Good to know you haven’t changed a bit. [ Really, really good, in truth, all things considered.
In the weeks since since Patara, Rokurou has, if nothing else, had time enough by now to process the fact that what he saw of Eizen’s future was his future, beyond the shadow of a doubt. What he hasn’t come to terms with yet, however, is what he makes of the whole thing, or how he somehow duped himself into contracting the guy behind the act... who doesn’t seem like such a bad kid, in truth. A far cry from the Shepherd they know, suffice it to say.
On that note, he’ll drink to that, taking a swig of the alcohol in his glass, despite it being something other than his preference. The burn from it is different than his standard fare; its taste a crueler, harsher bite.
But that’s just Eizen’s type, now isn’t it?
A silence lapses thereafter, long enough for the daemon to savor the effect of his drink with a long exhale, head craned back. But hey, at least he’s not making with the contract talk straightaway, right? Knowing Eizen, he’d probably take offense and want to throw down--
...hm. Maybe he should mention contracts. ]
So, you just get in?