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Annoyance. Eye rolling. Exasperation. Bewilderment. Tolerance balancing upon the edge of a knife. All reactions the gold could say he was quite familiar with. Though he always kept his coat clean, he was never put off by mud slung from a stranger’s eyes. Not that this was all he was greeted with. One hark twists back as the other still leans curiously forward at the accompanying curl of the lip. Amusement. Cockiness. A line begging to lash back at him. All also, perfectly well received and normal. Don’t pity the gold though (if you are so heart struck to do so), he quite enjoyed every moment. Afterall, hadn’t he started the conversation.
Of course what wasn’t normal, was a creature with a scythe nestled in their tail. The hard edge catches the moonlight and the gold holds a breath, looking back over the silver lined companion. No flaw in his mask, though he stops perhaps a little sooner than he might an unarmed damsel. The gold wanted to continue the night of revelry and deviant behavior, not invite another to slit his own throat. That would might make for a messy evening and he really wouldn’t feel like cleaning that mess up in the morning.
The silence breaks from the other with low rumble of words, even lower than the gold could manage, and it tilts his crowned head, drawing out from him a half laugh. “I wouldn’t let her catch you saying that.” The gold was no child, gods, no matter how immortal or high could bleed, but chances are, you’d bleed out first. Besides, sometimes beauty wasn’t simply worn on the skin, sometimes it came from within. Now, now, get your head out of fairytales. It comes from power, manner, and titles.
Now, what brought him here, wasn’t exactly why he was here. Perhaps best to just keep it simple. If the other wasn’t going to take the bait, the gold wouldn’t waste it. “I seek the Night Court, I intend to join its ranks.” The humored was lessened in the words of truth, but ever his eyes watched in curiosity, and his lips hold a humored grin.
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