[startled from his book — the cover is wrapped in a mysterious black cloth sheath, that no one might read or recognize the title on its spine — alfeoux flinches as sayano suddenly materializes in the seat in front of him. he looks more than mildly disgruntled, all the more so because (as he's just realized) he's played his hand: now she knows that he knows who she is.
fuck.
it would be better if he could just pretend he didn't know who she was.
that still doesn't deter him from trying to play it off cold, however, and so he clears his throat, fixing her with an unimpressed glare. hi, sayano. this is your local caster speaking — at least, he's a caster today...]
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[startled from his book — the cover is wrapped in a mysterious black cloth sheath, that no one might read or recognize the title on its spine — alfeoux flinches as sayano suddenly materializes in the seat in front of him. he looks more than mildly disgruntled, all the more so because (as he's just realized) he's played his hand: now she knows that he knows who she is.
fuck.
it would be better if he could just pretend he didn't know who she was.
that still doesn't deter him from trying to play it off cold, however, and so he clears his throat, fixing her with an unimpressed glare. hi, sayano. this is your local caster speaking — at least, he's a caster today...]
...Sayano. Why are you sitting at my table?