[ By the time that Cloud arrives, that not-exec is scrambling out of the room like it's on fire, coat clutched to his heart like something precious, his eyes as wide as big bloodless saucers. He almost knocks Cloud over clawing at the walls to get away.
The doorway is occupied by one long shadow. This one does, in fact, resolve itself to look like an exec—a Turk specifically, with eyes like glittering onyx and a heavy fall of blue-black hair. Amongst the menagerie of vaudeville burgundies and neon yellows and livid violets, his black, creaseless suit looks particularly out of place. The moment that Cloud steps forward, he steps aside. ]
I apologise. What a remarkably distasteful scene.
[ Tseng smoothly lifts a gloved hand. There is nothing but patient politesse in his gesture. ]
slides in late with starbucks
The doorway is occupied by one long shadow. This one does, in fact, resolve itself to look like an exec—a Turk specifically, with eyes like glittering onyx and a heavy fall of blue-black hair. Amongst the menagerie of vaudeville burgundies and neon yellows and livid violets, his black, creaseless suit looks particularly out of place. The moment that Cloud steps forward, he steps aside. ]
I apologise. What a remarkably distasteful scene.
[ Tseng smoothly lifts a gloved hand. There is nothing but patient politesse in his gesture. ]
If you please. I have been expecting you.