lobcorp/ruina AU catchall

[spelleton]

[ I'd have something witty here but i'm very tired today so you just get a placeholder ]

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[spelleton]

I have my own arrangements, so you don't need to pull any strings quite yet. [ As if to accentuate his point, bandages snake out from his sleeves, winding themselves around his fingers like they have a mind of their own. ]

I suppose that's all for the business side of things. [ He visibly hesitates, and then glances to the side, before looking at him again. His expression is less sharp. ]

...How's your recovery going? Nothing bothering you too much? [ He hadn't looked up the details. It had felt wrong, gut wrenchingly voyeuristic. He couldn't even pass the frozen, shattered remains of what had been a portion of a Nest without wincing. ]

[subconmodo]

[Avery's smile disappears in an instant, eyes as cold as the ice that had covered his home.]

If you really want this job, I suggest you keep questions like that to yourself.

[spelleton]

[ He just smiles, which might seem like an odd response to Avery's reprimand, but his eyes are, suddenly, placidly empty.

He was a Color, after all. Stifling emotional responses is all part of the job. ]

Understood. [ He turns on his heel to leave, before pausing at the door. ]

Is there anything else you need from me?

[subconmodo]

[He waits until Ekke turns around to let out a breath, slow and shaky, lets his grip ease a little on the pen he's holding, white knuckles slowly regaining color.

When he speaks again he just sounds tired. Worn.]

No. That's all. Everything should be in order by tomorrow morning.

[spelleton]

[ He catches the sound, the almost imperceptible noise of pressure held being released. His own response is much less visible, but he hesitates for the barest fraction of a second.

The backwards glance he gives him, easy to miss, is something uncomfortably sad and awkward and reminiscent of a person he can no longer be, hardened over as he is. ]

Very well. I'll be here for work tomorrow.