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That miserable little smile prompts an answering out out of Laurentius, though his version seems markedly less taut about the edges (save perhaps what is natural given the naturally rather strict arrangement of his face). Then, with a soft pat of an exceptionally long hand to the pocket with the crinkling paper—
"When the Ambassador returns, you'll tell him that I'm at his disposal?"
"When the Ambassador returns, you'll tell him that I'm at his disposal?"
"Of course."
And he will, even if he'd rather not work with Laurentius closely-- ultimately, that's Byerly's decision to make.
And he will, even if he'd rather not work with Laurentius closely-- ultimately, that's Byerly's decision to make.
"Thank you."
Laurentius goes so far as to incline his head. It's a small thing, that little nod, and by no means equivalent to the sort of respect a Laetan ought to give the son of a Magister. But then, Laurentius Vesperus is an Imperial Chantry brother first and that would afford him some leeway even in Vyrantium, to say nothing of these far flung southern states where there are no rules and where they are both playing the role of societal cast off.
"Best of luck with the rest of your work," he says. And then, as promptly as he'd first appeared, Laurentius swings for the door and makes his exit.
Laurentius goes so far as to incline his head. It's a small thing, that little nod, and by no means equivalent to the sort of respect a Laetan ought to give the son of a Magister. But then, Laurentius Vesperus is an Imperial Chantry brother first and that would afford him some leeway even in Vyrantium, to say nothing of these far flung southern states where there are no rules and where they are both playing the role of societal cast off.
"Best of luck with the rest of your work," he says. And then, as promptly as he'd first appeared, Laurentius swings for the door and makes his exit.
Have you never heard of-- [oh my god, it's called enthusiasm, maybe try it sometime,] -- Flint?
[Well that was a mighty derail. He falls completely silent for a moment.] ...what about him?
[Well that was a mighty derail. He falls completely silent for a moment.] ...what about him?
Edited (icon) 2023-03-12 23:35 (UTC)
Oh.
[A long pause. Then, haltingly,]
well. Yes, obviously.
[A long pause. Then, haltingly,]
well. Yes, obviously.
It’s just—
[No, maybe it’s best not to say anything.]
[No, maybe it’s best not to say anything.]
Well, he's...
[Terrifying. Best avoided for personal health reasons. Short.]
...we go back a bit, I guess you could say. [He quickly adds,] not like that.
[Terrifying. Best avoided for personal health reasons. Short.]
...we go back a bit, I guess you could say. [He quickly adds,] not like that.
Look, it’s just not a time I enjoy remembering—
[oh, his turn. hm.]
Kostos.
[oh, his turn. hm.]
Kostos.
I dunno. [He’s amused by her incredulity.]
Imagine being the person who makes him stop scowling.
…or scowl more.
Imagine being the person who makes him stop scowling.
…or scowl more.
Doesn't mean it wouldn't be worth trying.
[At least if Kostos didn't seem to loathe him-- but to be fair, Kostos sort of seems to loathe most people.]
[At least if Kostos didn't seem to loathe him-- but to be fair, Kostos sort of seems to loathe most people.]
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