The last guy did plenty of that, to little effect. I figured it wouldn't hurt to try something different.
[ another few steps following the glass, his back turned towards vi. and vi, if she's looking, might be able to catch a fun glimpse of the word MURDER casually glowing through his shirt between his shoulder blades. ]
[ well, that gets an eyebrow raise out of her, but...
hey, it's not the worst word that could've been there, she thinks. ]
... Someone close to me was like that. He was dangerous when he wanted to be, but people respected him because he knew how to talk to people. It worked better than beating them down, in his experience. That's what he used to tell me, anyway.
[ she watches him look through the glass, and then: ]
[ things that do not sound good: his nickname that seems to have persisted. though whatever resignation he might have felt over that is immediately overshadowed by the reminder of his fun little tattoo. his smile thins. ]
This place really likes to show off our deepest darkest secrets, huh? [ sighs!! ] I'd appreciate it if you kept it to yourself for now, but ultimately it's your choice.
[ softer. and - the only time she's ever going to say wriothesley's actual name is when she's really in distress tbh so buckle in for teacup forever. that gets her to pause, and she snorts. ]
I'm not interested in gossiping about it, so don't worry. [ she'll come a bit closer, and then pull her own sleeve up, showing him her own glowing tattoo. it reads LED THEM TO THEIR DEATHS. fair's fair, right? ]
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[ another few steps following the glass, his back turned towards vi. and vi, if she's looking, might be able to catch a fun glimpse of the word MURDER casually glowing through his shirt between his shoulder blades. ]
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hey, it's not the worst word that could've been there, she thinks. ]
... Someone close to me was like that. He was dangerous when he wanted to be, but people respected him because he knew how to talk to people. It worked better than beating them down, in his experience. That's what he used to tell me, anyway.
[ she watches him look through the glass, and then: ]
You want me to keep that tattoo a secret, teacup?
[ lightly. ]
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He sounds like a good person.
[ things that do not sound good: his nickname that seems to have persisted. though whatever resignation he might have felt over that is immediately overshadowed by the reminder of his fun little tattoo. his smile thins. ]
This place really likes to show off our deepest darkest secrets, huh? [ sighs!! ] I'd appreciate it if you kept it to yourself for now, but ultimately it's your choice.
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[ softer. and - the only time she's ever going to say wriothesley's actual name is when she's really in distress tbh so buckle in for teacup forever. that gets her to pause, and she snorts. ]
I'm not interested in gossiping about it, so don't worry. [ she'll come a bit closer, and then pull her own sleeve up, showing him her own glowing tattoo. it reads LED THEM TO THEIR DEATHS. fair's fair, right? ]
Trade you.