11-17-2013, 11:53 AM
It took him a moment to process the subtleties, his eyelids drooping momentarily, vision blurring before razor awareness reasserted itself.
Tony let out a laugh from the depths of his chest, an awkward but genuine sound, shoulders heaving with mirth unstained by weary cynicism.
I truly am out of touch...
His smile returned tenfold, his eyes sparkling with not just glimmers, but a reawakening of his youthful confident charm. He was surprised she was so understanding as it was.
"Oborev isn't a psychologist, Ms. Novak."
he said. His father would be turning in his grave to see his son make such a blunder. "I don't doubt your ability. I have seen a great many things stranger than that, it is refreshing to see."
Perhaps he was over-compensating, but an air of wizened mystery felt appropriate.
As he paused, a sliver of darkness crept across his line of sight, making him blink. He barely missed a step, although his smile quivered like a plucked string on the verge of snapping. As Claire made her half-turn to leave, Tony spoke up, nodding at her words about that shit-hole disguised as a bar. "I know how hard it is to survive on these streets, and I know a few decent places."
his language slipped slightly but he barely noticed. "Perhaps I could contact you after I have made a few inquiries? It pays to have friends here. Moscow can be dangerous - particularly for those with unique talents like yours, after all."
Tony let out a laugh from the depths of his chest, an awkward but genuine sound, shoulders heaving with mirth unstained by weary cynicism.
I truly am out of touch...
His smile returned tenfold, his eyes sparkling with not just glimmers, but a reawakening of his youthful confident charm. He was surprised she was so understanding as it was.
"Oborev isn't a psychologist, Ms. Novak."
he said. His father would be turning in his grave to see his son make such a blunder. "I don't doubt your ability. I have seen a great many things stranger than that, it is refreshing to see."
Perhaps he was over-compensating, but an air of wizened mystery felt appropriate.
As he paused, a sliver of darkness crept across his line of sight, making him blink. He barely missed a step, although his smile quivered like a plucked string on the verge of snapping. As Claire made her half-turn to leave, Tony spoke up, nodding at her words about that shit-hole disguised as a bar. "I know how hard it is to survive on these streets, and I know a few decent places."
his language slipped slightly but he barely noticed. "Perhaps I could contact you after I have made a few inquiries? It pays to have friends here. Moscow can be dangerous - particularly for those with unique talents like yours, after all."