02-22-2020, 01:42 AM
He's almost taken aback, really, when he sees that small change in demeanor, the little shift in the muscles in his face, that slightest hint of mistrust. Must've misjudged the kid, then - it was a damn smart move to be suspicious of anyone as friendly as he was right off the bat. Eased his worries, at least, because any assassin trained enough to pull off the anxious personality would be trained enough to not break that facade at any cost. He kept his eyes on him, though, past the end of the already half-finished cigarette sticking out the side of his maw, now out of curiosity more than anything else.
Christ, the smile he gives could light up a room.
He lets out a small chuckle, gives a small shake of his head, lets the knife he had held in front of his face slip into its sheathe. "You're a smart kid, huh." He says, a small compliment, as he takes in the fumes once again. "I'm sure they'd be able to smell the smoke regardless. I just don't want to push it, y'hear?" The cigarette leaves his mouth just before the puff of smoke. A tired routine to watch, by now, but one that helped settle his mind, kept it from firing off at that nerve-induced rapid pace he got into whenever he wasn't in danger.
So the kid didn't sleep well. He considered that for a moment, rolled it over in his head, but decided it checked out as an excuse - he seemed jittery enough to suffer from nightmares or whatever, and even if his understanding of psychology mostly came from war tactics and torture, he figured that it was easy to link those two facts to a trauma of some kind. Nothing he could ask about - that was kind of a second "night spent in solidarity from being unable to rest" thing. "Explorin, huh," he muttered, repetition a helpful trait for memorizing information. He was sure he picked that habit up from someone, but he couldn't remember for the life of him who. He didn't stay in his thoughts for long, though, soon continuing the dialogue. "Can't say there's much around here, unless you're looking t' throw some knives." An offer made mostly in jest, but he was kind of curious as to how the youth would respond. His gaze finally ripped from his conversational partner to look over in the distance, where his logs were set up, but he'd offer no further comment. Just the sound of gentle breathing, if you listened hard enough.
Christ, the smile he gives could light up a room.
He lets out a small chuckle, gives a small shake of his head, lets the knife he had held in front of his face slip into its sheathe. "You're a smart kid, huh." He says, a small compliment, as he takes in the fumes once again. "I'm sure they'd be able to smell the smoke regardless. I just don't want to push it, y'hear?" The cigarette leaves his mouth just before the puff of smoke. A tired routine to watch, by now, but one that helped settle his mind, kept it from firing off at that nerve-induced rapid pace he got into whenever he wasn't in danger.
So the kid didn't sleep well. He considered that for a moment, rolled it over in his head, but decided it checked out as an excuse - he seemed jittery enough to suffer from nightmares or whatever, and even if his understanding of psychology mostly came from war tactics and torture, he figured that it was easy to link those two facts to a trauma of some kind. Nothing he could ask about - that was kind of a second "night spent in solidarity from being unable to rest" thing. "Explorin, huh," he muttered, repetition a helpful trait for memorizing information. He was sure he picked that habit up from someone, but he couldn't remember for the life of him who. He didn't stay in his thoughts for long, though, soon continuing the dialogue. "Can't say there's much around here, unless you're looking t' throw some knives." An offer made mostly in jest, but he was kind of curious as to how the youth would respond. His gaze finally ripped from his conversational partner to look over in the distance, where his logs were set up, but he'd offer no further comment. Just the sound of gentle breathing, if you listened hard enough.
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