The last time Khamja had a big meeting Kadaj had been a scrappy little underling with bad manners. Now he was a member, and not just a puppet of Kuja tagging along to give Kuja a second vote.
It was a bit daunting. Walking into a room full of people he didn't know, and that could either kill you, or arrange to have you killed with a carefully timed look was unnerving. But Kadaj had spent so long with the clan, even as an underling, that being surrounded by extremely dangerous people didn't scare him.
And not all of them were bad. He saw Hojo, lurking too close to the doors for comfort, and gave him a wide berth. He'd managed to go whole weeks without having to lay eyes on him; it was a shame to break that run now. It would be even more of a shame if Kadaj had to do something like cut Hojo's hand off if Hojo tried to touch him, so he didn't get close enough for that to happen. The stench of cigarettes permeated the air around him anyway. Kadaj wrinkled his nose.
Gin wasn't here yet. Kadaj was half surprised at that; he'd expected Gin to want to watch for any building fireworks. L was already here, perched on a chair like a demented bird, watching as people began to assemble, probably for the same reasons.
Kadaj headed over towards Even, who was the closest thing to a friend Kadaj had in this room, a situation that probably wouldn't shift when everyone was here.
His eyes dragged over Ienzo. The automail arm was indistinguishable under his clothes. "Hey," he said, quietly greeting Even. Kadaj had never been friendly with Ienzo; he was always a bit of a stuck up snot for Kadaj's tastes, but he was cordial, at least. They both occupied the awkward spot of being young, dragged into the clan by others, and having had to earn trust within it. They also both found themselves under Nel's wing, and Ienzo had once been under Even's, too.
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Date: 2019-02-11 07:29 pm (UTC)It was a bit daunting. Walking into a room full of people he didn't know, and that could either kill you, or arrange to have you killed with a carefully timed look was unnerving. But Kadaj had spent so long with the clan, even as an underling, that being surrounded by extremely dangerous people didn't scare him.
And not all of them were bad. He saw Hojo, lurking too close to the doors for comfort, and gave him a wide berth. He'd managed to go whole weeks without having to lay eyes on him; it was a shame to break that run now. It would be even more of a shame if Kadaj had to do something like cut Hojo's hand off if Hojo tried to touch him, so he didn't get close enough for that to happen. The stench of cigarettes permeated the air around him anyway. Kadaj wrinkled his nose.
Gin wasn't here yet. Kadaj was half surprised at that; he'd expected Gin to want to watch for any building fireworks. L was already here, perched on a chair like a demented bird, watching as people began to assemble, probably for the same reasons.
Kadaj headed over towards Even, who was the closest thing to a friend Kadaj had in this room, a situation that probably wouldn't shift when everyone was here.
His eyes dragged over Ienzo. The automail arm was indistinguishable under his clothes. "Hey," he said, quietly greeting Even. Kadaj had never been friendly with Ienzo; he was always a bit of a stuck up snot for Kadaj's tastes, but he was cordial, at least. They both occupied the awkward spot of being young, dragged into the clan by others, and having had to earn trust within it. They also both found themselves under Nel's wing, and Ienzo had once been under Even's, too.