[the Guide's notification is too loud in the dwellings of the bar, but other turned heads have meant little to him lest they were fallen off of important shoulders]
[he reads the text quickly, gives no response -- they both know he'll be there]
[only a brief time after receiving Sakamoto's message, too... funny how all those strings get pulled together at the strangest times]
[envelope in hand, Une takes a deep breath before rapping a knuckle on the door of 3-13]
[she fully expects a roommate to answer; perhaps no one at all]
[it's his nature to be elusive]
[no answer]
[knocking again]
[she lets a few seconds pass before knocking a third time; she supposes that just slipping the invite under the door is a viable option; it's quite clear on the envelope who its intended recipient is; his name's printed out clearly in both English and Japanese: Takasugi Shinsuke 高杉 晋助]
Re: [ACTION]themothdiesNovember 12 2011, 17:28:46 UTC
[strangely, it's just as she bends and tucks that letter under his door that he turns the corner, giving an amused hum as he makes out her business suit]
[he's upon her without a sound, tilting his head and murmuring with a deep voice full of conceit;]
[Some would call it late at night, others would call it early in the morning. To Wesker (and Une, too, apparently), none of that really mattered.
He has something similar to a duffel bag slung over his shoulder (plain, unassuming) as he reaches out and knocks on Takasugi's door. Knock, knock, knock, loud and to the point.
Re: [action]themothdiesDecember 1 2011, 19:22:48 UTC
[...who the hell could be knocking at the door at this time]
[a brow shoots up into bandages as inquiries pass. he'd only just returned to the rarely-visited room some time ago: a collection of stashed teas, returning only when roommates are fast asleep, the residence quiet save for that meat-fisted pounding of knocks]
[as he's terrified the doors into not speaking when he's near, they offer no warnings as he opens the door to -- ]
Al.
[he looks only faintly surprised and mostly amused]
Come in. Tea's almost ready.
[alas he cannot offer an interesting such as a face splattered with gore, but he can at least offer a warm drink]
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[he reads the text quickly, gives no response -- they both know he'll be there]
[only a brief time after receiving Sakamoto's message, too... funny how all those strings get pulled together at the strangest times]
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[she fully expects a roommate to answer; perhaps no one at all]
[it's his nature to be elusive]
[no answer]
[knocking again]
[she lets a few seconds pass before knocking a third time; she supposes that just slipping the invite under the door is a viable option; it's quite clear on the envelope who its intended recipient is; his name's printed out clearly in both English and Japanese: Takasugi Shinsuke 高杉 晋助]
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[he's upon her without a sound, tilting his head and murmuring with a deep voice full of conceit;]
Hello.
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[a slight gulp]
Good day.
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[the obvious choice, then]
You're here for me.
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He has something similar to a duffel bag slung over his shoulder (plain, unassuming) as he reaches out and knocks on Takasugi's door. Knock, knock, knock, loud and to the point.
House call! B)]
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[a brow shoots up into bandages as inquiries pass. he'd only just returned to the rarely-visited room some time ago: a collection of stashed teas, returning only when roommates are fast asleep, the residence quiet save for that meat-fisted pounding of knocks]
[as he's terrified the doors into not speaking when he's near, they offer no warnings as he opens the door to -- ]
Al.
[he looks only faintly surprised and mostly amused]
Come in. Tea's almost ready.
[alas he cannot offer an interesting such as a face splattered with gore, but he can at least offer a warm drink]
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Hospitable as always. [The hand drops back to his side, and when he speaks he mirrors the amusement shown to him.]
Though this isn't exactly something of a social call. [A no to the tea, then, and a gesture to the bag on his shoulder.]
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[still amused; quite frankly, he liked that about the other man. etiquette was a waste of time]
[still, he doesn't guard the door as he makes his way to the shared kitchen, pouring from kettle into cup]
Dare I inquire?
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