"Satisfactory," he said, not looking away from the title that he had his attention on. "Larger than I expected, dustier than I would like. I'll get used to it."
The tone made him suspicious. It was friendly, which wasn't entirely unexpected -- Marluxia was a manipulator -- and he had clearly sought him out specifically. For what, Even could only guess. He expected it to be ground rules, advice in the interest of not being killed by a resident or something else in that vein.
He turned around.
Even looked tired, like a single night's sleep hadn't quite been enough. He had always been sharp featured, but something about the stress and travel of the past few weeks had rather accentuated that. No amount of haughtiness could cover up the fact that he was fraying around the edges, if just a little. It would take a lot longer to smooth that out.
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The tone made him suspicious. It was friendly, which wasn't entirely unexpected -- Marluxia was a manipulator -- and he had clearly sought him out specifically. For what, Even could only guess. He expected it to be ground rules, advice in the interest of not being killed by a resident or something else in that vein.
He turned around.
Even looked tired, like a single night's sleep hadn't quite been enough. He had always been sharp featured, but something about the stress and travel of the past few weeks had rather accentuated that. No amount of haughtiness could cover up the fact that he was fraying around the edges, if just a little. It would take a lot longer to smooth that out.