Gin kept his smile fixed in place until they started leaving. Then he raised his head, as any other patron might, at regulars leaving. He looked up, but not far enough for anybody to see the colour of his eyes.
Well, now. This was very prickly. He'd known that, but the informal meeting had shown rather a lot more spines than he'd expected.
The big one, Lexaeus, was set to look for Vexen, was he? He could tell him, but he wouldn't. Instead, he made a wager with himself, a wager about how long it would be before Clan Khamja had the pleasure of inducting yet another Ryoka into their ranks.
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Date: 2016-06-21 12:04 am (UTC)Well, now. This was very prickly. He'd known that, but the informal meeting had shown rather a lot more spines than he'd expected.
The big one, Lexaeus, was set to look for Vexen, was he? He could tell him, but he wouldn't. Instead, he made a wager with himself, a wager about how long it would be before Clan Khamja had the pleasure of inducting yet another Ryoka into their ranks.