You absolute gremlin. Don't be so dramatic; you're nothing near the grizzled gaffer you play at being. Is it true that a few spare lines - exiled from their home, with nowhere to turn - have taken residence upon your visage? Perhaps. But there is nothing marred!
No, rather, one might suggest these lines of yours serve only to enhance a certain roguishness. Taken with your field of unkempt scruff and the devil-may-give-no-fucks attitude that wreathes you, it suggests all the intrigue of a life-long knave.
A knave I intend to summon straight away! Yes, it seems I must manufacture a Senance to make a knave will pay senance for incurring Andi's wrath.
(You've met Andi! I'm pleased. Try not to vex her too terribly; she fits very well here. And I like her.
Well. I expect she'll like you, once she's learned that there's no bite behind your roguish ways.
You're a good man, Senan; don't forget that.)
[ Rin's sending the message and moving toward the bar when a patron calls their name, an unfamiliar voice speaking with familiarity. (It sounds like an invitation. Rin can guess where this is heading, and while they'd usually be at least a little pleased, just now they feel a flickered irritation. They're in the middle of something, after all!)
Pausing, they look over, meet eyes with a man who— Mm. They remember him, vaguely. From last week's readings? Yes, and from karaoke the week before. A not-unattractive man, silver-haired and brightly dressed. His hands wrapped around a drink, his smile a little too assuming. (Not too assuming usually, perhaps. But now. Just now. Rin has better things to do.) ]
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No, rather, one might suggest these lines of yours serve only to enhance a certain roguishness. Taken with your field of unkempt scruff and the devil-may-give-no-fucks attitude that wreathes you, it suggests all the intrigue of a life-long knave.
A knave I intend to summon straight away! Yes, it seems I must manufacture a Senance to make a knave will pay senance for incurring Andi's wrath.
(You've met Andi! I'm pleased. Try not to vex her too terribly; she fits very well here. And I like her.
Well. I expect she'll like you, once she's learned that there's no bite behind your roguish ways.
You're a good man, Senan; don't forget that.)
[ Rin's sending the message and moving toward the bar when a patron calls their name, an unfamiliar voice speaking with familiarity. (It sounds like an invitation. Rin can guess where this is heading, and while they'd usually be at least a little pleased, just now they feel a flickered irritation. They're in the middle of something, after all!)
Pausing, they look over, meet eyes with a man who— Mm. They remember him, vaguely. From last week's readings? Yes, and from karaoke the week before. A not-unattractive man, silver-haired and brightly dressed. His hands wrapped around a drink, his smile a little too assuming. (Not too assuming usually, perhaps. But now. Just now. Rin has better things to do.) ]
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