(c) they stood at a conversational range, the abandoned building’s shadow stretching long across the cracked pavement between them.
“ you make cooperation look simple, tigre. ” his voice carried that familiar, unshakable confidence … (c)
(c) the only enemy you face, that much is clear. so tell me— ”
his eyes locked onto tigre’s with quiet intensity.
“ how do these new threats operate? what methods do they use?
how do they choose their victims… and what, (c)
(c) authority before even considering an alliance. you simply… decide. ”
he let the silence linger just long enough for the weight of that observation to settle. then he stepped forward as well, closing the remaining distance until (c)
(c) narrowed slightly, the corner of his mouth twitching in something that was not quite a smile.
“ how unexpected, ” he murmured, more to himself than to the other man. “ most would hesitate. most would demand proof, rank, or (c)
(c) that came when one rider brushed against another’s private war.
instead, the offer had come with almost unsettling ease.
‘ tell me what you need, and i will decide how best to stand with you. ‘
tendo’s golden-brown eyes (c)
soji tendo stood with his arms loosely crossed, watching the man before him take that final step closer and remove his hat in a gesture that carried more weight than simple politeness. the evening light caught the edges of tigre’s (c)
to exchange ideas, and as you said - as a benefit against these threats."
He looks toward the old building which had brought them together, wondering if this would be a good place to finally settle his aching stomach.
(c) expression … earnest, measured, already weighing consequences that most people never even noticed.
for a moment, the rider of the clock up simply observed.
he had expected resistance.
suspicion.
the usual polite distance (c)
the empty plate sits between us like a quiet confession, the last traces of sauce catching the low amber light of the dining room. vanken dabs the corners of his mouth with practiced care, folds the napkin as though even that small (c)
finishing off the rest of his meal, grabbing the napkin on his lap to dab the corners of his mouth and folding it neatly by the emptied plate. It is late. The moon is hovering well into the evening sky that it makes for deductive reason.
"To what do I owe for the meal, Tendo?"
(c) something i would like to understand. “
the night waits outside, patient and dark. inside, the table between us feels suddenly less like a boundary and more like an invitation.
he’d tilt his head, the same soft smile still playing (c)