As if she wasn't alarmed, as if he wasn't concerned at all, Takumi shut the door behind them, and turned.
His posture was different. Takumi would never be tall, and he wasn't hunching before. But, the way he stood at this moment - it was with an expectation of command, of power, of being listened to and obeyed.
Likewise, his expression - it stayed polite and smiling, but it wasn't soft and easy-going. It was charismatic, but not harmless or even flirting.
It was as if the subtle power around him, that was spread out, was coalescing.
"I am terribly sorry for alarming you," Takumi said softly, voice a little silky, political and soothing rather than light and bubbly.
He tilted his head, and it was less a cute, curious expression - and more predatory. "You had made that post, soon after that anonymous transmission, about undead rights?"
Takumi paused, and put this out there. "And I had just spoken, to a litch, who was asking about the same rights. Who said, when I'd asked, that they could look like anything, anything at all."
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His posture was different. Takumi would never be tall, and he wasn't hunching before. But, the way he stood at this moment - it was with an expectation of command, of power, of being listened to and obeyed.
Likewise, his expression - it stayed polite and smiling, but it wasn't soft and easy-going. It was charismatic, but not harmless or even flirting.
It was as if the subtle power around him, that was spread out, was coalescing.
"I am terribly sorry for alarming you," Takumi said softly, voice a little silky, political and soothing rather than light and bubbly.
He tilted his head, and it was less a cute, curious expression - and more predatory. "You had made that post, soon after that anonymous transmission, about undead rights?"
Takumi paused, and put this out there. "And I had just spoken, to a litch, who was asking about the same rights. Who said, when I'd asked, that they could look like anything, anything at all."