The smirk is gone. There's a weird gentleness to his voice all of the sudden, this obnoxious, irritating adept who doesn't belong on the Ninth any more than he belonged on the Sixth. And more than that -- a weird almost-lilt of formality, the more he speaks.
"Are you certain this is how it happens?"
(There's a bright slash of red underneath his hoodie. A flicker. A bamboo stick in his hand.)
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Date: 2020-10-18 01:29 am (UTC)The smirk is gone. There's a weird gentleness to his voice all of the sudden, this obnoxious, irritating adept who doesn't belong on the Ninth any more than he belonged on the Sixth. And more than that -- a weird almost-lilt of formality, the more he speaks.
"Are you certain this is how it happens?"
(There's a bright slash of red underneath his hoodie. A flicker. A bamboo stick in his hand.)