... okay, what the hell. His eyes widen behind his mask. What in the world is going on here?
Carefully, he reaches out one white-gloved hand, turning the long silk leaves over. He may not know his Okumura, but he can theorise. A rich girl, locked up tight, likely forced into marriage—something he's not unsympathetic about—it could be an innocent statement. But the way she says it....
"You aren't wrong about that." It's almost bright, as the chains of company fix around him; he starts to smile, like there's vaseline on his teeth. "Do you ever get the feeling the multiverse is playing tricks on you?"
no subject
Carefully, he reaches out one white-gloved hand, turning the long silk leaves over. He may not know his Okumura, but he can theorise. A rich girl, locked up tight, likely forced into marriage—something he's not unsympathetic about—it could be an innocent statement. But the way she says it....
"You aren't wrong about that." It's almost bright, as the chains of company fix around him; he starts to smile, like there's vaseline on his teeth. "Do you ever get the feeling the multiverse is playing tricks on you?"