[ All Turks have a certain steelness in their eyes, as much a part of the uniform as the black suits and leather gloves. But there's a touch of something more upon the clashing of their gaze, something like a cat watching a mouse writhe beneath her paw, delighted and detached all at once. ]
Thank you for accommodating me. Shall we, then?
[ Tseng is chivalrous enough in taking Cloud's hand for the short distance to the red leather booth that lines the gallery wall. It's a garish thing designed for garish acts, but Tseng occupies the space like a throne, one arm draped over the back, his drink delicately dangling between the tips of his fingers, the endless lines of his silhouette poised in watchful repose. His eyes burn into Cloud, wordlessly conveying that he would rather not be kept waiting for very long. ]
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Date: 2020-05-07 06:35 am (UTC)Thank you for accommodating me. Shall we, then?
[ Tseng is chivalrous enough in taking Cloud's hand for the short distance to the red leather booth that lines the gallery wall. It's a garish thing designed for garish acts, but Tseng occupies the space like a throne, one arm draped over the back, his drink delicately dangling between the tips of his fingers, the endless lines of his silhouette poised in watchful repose. His eyes burn into Cloud, wordlessly conveying that he would rather not be kept waiting for very long. ]