[ Though that primal sense in the back of Tseng's mind detects Rude's presence, it is not until he clears his throat that it actually registers. It is worrying, how comfortable and familiar Rude's company has become over these few short years. Not good. Something to file away for later, to ruminate upon and improve.
Turks, after all, are not ordinary men. ]
No. Of course not.
[ Tseng turns away from the fountain. He adjusts his gloves, impassive as ever. His black eyes betray nothing. Only those few falling droplets of fountain water remain of the reverie he'd been so lost in previously. ]
no subject
Turks, after all, are not ordinary men. ]
No. Of course not.
[ Tseng turns away from the fountain. He adjusts his gloves, impassive as ever. His black eyes betray nothing. Only those few falling droplets of fountain water remain of the reverie he'd been so lost in previously. ]
Did you need something?