[Xander snorts through his nose like a disgruntled horse- yeah that... That would do it. He's seen both Ardyn and Noctis' Armiger in person e ouch to recognize the real thing when he saw it]
Tch. You must be his kin- you share the same need to horde away garbage like a magpie.
[...look, of all the modern treats he can't get his head around pop]
[he sighs, defeated and deflating. It's a clearly visible thing, how his shoulders relax and slope and his worrylines deepen now that he is less sure of his standing.
[Izunia hums - way to help him pick something, Xander - before his eyes go a little distant in concentration, the way someone might look in front of a particularly interesting book. It's only for a moment, though, before he pulls a glass of apple cider out - non-alcoholic, thanks, you'll have to ask for that specifically - and offers it up.]
You say that as though I don't carry a menu as varied as the entire food court as a matter of course. Chair?
[Because, hey, he's also got camp chairs, and is just going to deploy a pair of them without waiting for further confirmation, as well as a small folding table for their drinks. Which is a good thing, because the back of the shop is perhaps surprisingly empty save for a shelf full of boxed dragon statuettes, a set of cleaning supplies, and a small employee bathroom.]
[What's the point of having - well, not exactly friends - people on your side who do politics and religiously watch out for this sort of thing? Really, it was a wild guess based on your time period, but it seems to have worked well enough.]
I suppose it is quite the trick, if you haven't grown up with it. Forgive me for indulging myself; I have to keep it quite tightly under wraps most of the time, as I'm sure you can imagine.
[He settles into his own chair and slides a pen from his sleeve into his hand - only the very keenest eye would notice the flash of blue.]
Though I'm getting decent at sleight-of-hand, as you can see.
Oh, no, he's aware, though I suppose I'm not surprised he didn't share the fact beyond his Glaive. Church made quite the awkward mistake wandering around the mall one day, and you, I imagine, can guess how things proceeded from there.
[He reaches up to touch at the fresh tattoo on the side of his neck with the hand still holding the pen.]
Yuuri paid me a visit shortly afterwards. It's damn unsettling how like my own daughter she is. That's all I can confirm for sure, though I can't imagine them leaving Junpei out of the loop.
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That would do it. He's seen both Ardyn and Noctis' Armiger in person e ouch to recognize the real thing when he saw it]
Tch. You must be his kin- you share the same need to horde away garbage like a magpie.
[...look, of all the modern treats he can't get his head around pop]
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Also look. Some men have coffee, some have alcohol, Izunia has pear soda. That's just the way it is.]
I prefer crows, if we're being honest. Certain I can't get you something?
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[he sighs, defeated and deflating. It's a clearly visible thing, how his shoulders relax and slope and his worrylines deepen now that he is less sure of his standing.
A fight he knows, this he doesn't ]
Ah... yes, please. Whatever is available is fine.
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You say that as though I don't carry a menu as varied as the entire food court as a matter of course. Chair?
[Because, hey, he's also got camp chairs, and is just going to deploy a pair of them without waiting for further confirmation, as well as a small folding table for their drinks. Which is a good thing, because the back of the shop is perhaps surprisingly empty save for a shelf full of boxed dragon statuettes, a set of cleaning supplies, and a small employee bathroom.]
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I will never get used to that.
[he sits carefully, taking the drink. Cider, he knows cider, and is very pleased]
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I suppose it is quite the trick, if you haven't grown up with it. Forgive me for indulging myself; I have to keep it quite tightly under wraps most of the time, as I'm sure you can imagine.
[He settles into his own chair and slides a pen from his sleeve into his hand - only the very keenest eye would notice the flash of blue.]
Though I'm getting decent at sleight-of-hand, as you can see.
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[he sips his drink, pondering his words]
Now that we are settled and on more equal terms, I feel I'm owed a story. You're brother doesn't know you are here, does he?
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[He reaches up to touch at the fresh tattoo on the side of his neck with the hand still holding the pen.]
Yuuri paid me a visit shortly afterwards. It's damn unsettling how like my own daughter she is. That's all I can confirm for sure, though I can't imagine them leaving Junpei out of the loop.