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[ As long as they remain on the same world, he's sure (so sure) that they'll continue to run into each other. Rowen isn't too much of a believer of higher powers, but their armor is something he does think about. Something he finds is intangible and tangible all at once; fascinating and aggravating.
Kind of like how he feels about Date Sage. ]
Yeah well, guess who found out we're using books that are a quarter century out of date in their research? [ Rowen snorts– the blonde has probably figured out something to do with this already. This is why they got along best. Sage is attentive where he isn't and vice versa. ]
But whatever, I'll handle that later. [ Seriously, he will. Pulling himself up from his crouched position, he doesn't bother to really straighten out his clothes, instead shooting his old friend a small smile. ] What brings you here? Besides the obvious, of course.
[ His understanding is immediate, though he says nothing. Sage would argue that the armors - and meeting this way - represent a good chunk of things that Rowen doesn't necessarily believe in by the virtue of existing, but he doesn't. That tendency to question of his has kept them all alive at one point or another. He's tempered enough to understand that now.
(Though the urge exists.)
They've all rebelled against the notion of fate anyway. Some things are perhaps destined, and others are just likely. Natural, maybe. Sage can split the different with him. His line of sight rises to follow his friend's standing motion, smiling in turn. As usual, he's about a thousand times more polished, but not overly so. ]
Only you could make an academic endeavor sound like a threat, you know that?
[ Customary quip aside, Sage's free hand goes to his pocket. ]
I'm going to New York.
[ It doesn't hold the best of memories for him, but he's not about to be hindered, either. ]
And only they can make coming into the modern age sound like it's threatening their actual lives.
[ Academia. Half the time he wants to throw his hands up in the air and be done with it. But, he promised himself he wasn't going down until he'd gotten a PhD in something, purely to just prove everyone wrong about his study habits. And also so he could write papers with a doctorate attached and aggressively correct every idiot he encountered.
It's a problem. ]
...New York, really?
[ Rowen isn't exactly surprised by this, knowing about Sage's brief endeavours there. ] When are you heading out? I mean, we should.... catch up before you go, that is.
Easy there. Who knows... to them, that might be exactly what it is.
[ Which is his way of playing the philosophical side of the coin that neither of them flipped for the argument. Then again, he supposes that no one will settle for becoming a dying breed, even in the name of progression. People are stubborn, entrenched. Either way, he knows Rowen won't buy it. Sage also knows well what he looks like when he's ready for a purely hypothetical fight, and wisely cuts the both of them off with a single smooth motion. He's reached beneath his arm to produce the invitation: a letter still crisp in its envelope. He extends it out. ]
So happens that the rumor about there being more artifacts tied to the Date clan weren't just talk. There's a sword there.
[ Which meant his grandfather had all but shoved him out of the house, his own personal interest not withstanding. The irony of keeping busy with his ability to verify these things isn't lost on him.
Samurai are a dead breed.
Sage grins a bit, stepping aside to move past him. On his way, he reaches out and gives Rowen a solid tap in the middle of his chest with the backs of his knuckles. ]
[ At Sage's words, he opens his mouth, about to start arguing about why it's such a screwed up way of thinking. Too bad he does get cut off by the blonde, who's already seen the danger signs and taken steps to avoid just that.
Right. He'd be preaching to the choir. Sighing, he takes the envelope, partially pulling the letter out of it with interest. ]
That's....that's really big, Sage. You'd be uncovering part of your family's history.
[ Samurai are a dead breed, but isn't something like this important? Rowen sort of envies his friend sometimes, because his family has virtually no ties that they've kept alive. He was lucky the armor would find him no matter where the hell he was, because otherwise it would've been lost ages ago. ]
Well good, because if on the off chance you had, I'd be coercing you out of your appointments. There's a really good cafe up the block; I think it'll even live up to your tastes.
[ His return grin is wide, eyes bright with the familiar banter. Instead of being put out by the tap, he joins Sage, one arm slung around the other's shoulders in a friendly gesture as they headed out. ]
[ Tradition is alive and well in the Date household, Sage can attest to that. It's been driven into his bones and carved into his soul, it pours through everything he does in spite of his somewhat cavalier mannerisms. His edges may have sharpened themselves on the concept of rebellion, shaped the duality of his outline, but he places importance in history. His, theirs, everyone's. Just because he knows how to rile him doesn't mean he won't often agree.
How many times would Strata and Halo meet, after all - the two shades of sky.
These thoughts surface in him and race quickly away under the sudden angle of Rowen's arm looping over his shoulders. At one point, Sage is sure he would've had to lean to accommodate. He notices immediately that's not the case anymore. It really had been a long time, hadn't it? Since they'd drifted, and their powers grew quiet. Sage returns the letter to its place among his things. ]
I leave tomorrow. If it turns out to be the real thing, I'm in for a stay.
[ Which suits him either way. With the fighting over for good, he can go wherever he pleases. Mundane responsibilities aside, a thought that has him glancing down at Rowen's half-abandoned syllabus, filled to the margin with angry notes. His eyebrows lift. ]
Can you afford the break?
[ What with a regular crusade of inquiries right there. Sage is curious. Rowen could also go anywhere. ]
[ Tomorrow. Whoa. Rowen's eyebrows lift a little before settling as he turns it over in his head. There's a quiet sense of disappointment, knowing this might be the last time he sees his friend for a while. And just after they'd reunited. He's never been a very attached type of person, but his relationships with the ronins is very different. They all understand him better than anyone else possibly could– with or without being able to match his IQ. Because for him, that's not really knowing him if someone just sees him for his mind. ]
Are you excited? [ He's genuinely curious. ] That's a far cry from Japan, after all.
[ No kidding, but he feels the need to say it anyway. ]
I'll be fine. I'm only working towards a masters right now. [ ONLY............ ] Though if I jump through some hoops and test out of a few things, they're considering just bumping me into the doctorate program.
[ Rowen partially shrugs; at least, as much as he can with one arm slung around Sage's shoulders. ] If they do that, I'll have my pick of which University to continue with a thesis in.
[ Few things are lost on Sage, especially when it comes to Rowen. He has no immediate words to contribute to the thoughts he knows must be rolling through his friend's mind. Sage isn't as calculating, but he knows the stillness that accompanies a sudden understanding - that this is borrowed time, for the most part. Maybe it always has been, but between them, they know how to make the best of what they have. Life had gone on without their armors, and it would go on with them too. If not a little brighter and livelier for the harrowing experience of attaining them.
They're more powerful now. And still, the strange dream of Rowen disappearing sticks to the back of his mind. ]
I'm not worried. [ Sage speak for, "Yes, I'm excited." ] After everything, a little culture shock isn't a big deal. Besides, look at the value of what they might've obtained. It's worth seeing in person.
[ Not that he precisely fancies himself some scion of the Date lineage, but even Sage hasn't abandoned all his pride. A sly look shoots sideways as Rowen explains his options, a little less practiced than his grace. ]
You say 'jumping through hoops' like it wouldn't be easy for you.
[ The silence that extends between them tells him that Sage understands. At least to a very close point. Their relationship has always been very close; it's something he appreciates often. ]
If it ends up being the real thing, it'll be a record for certain. [ For that alone, Rowen hopes it is. But more than that, he knows how interested and excited Sage is about seeing part of his family's history. Even if the other teen isn't exactly showing it on his face. ]
Well, no. It's more a matter of tedium. I understand why they have to— ah here we are. [ He stops mid sentence, gesturing to a storefront a couple doors down. Looks like they beat the rush, thankfully. ]
[ History has a way of cycling back to them. Sage is aware. So is Rowen. They represent the culmination of so many pivotal points that it's nearly woven into them at this point. But right now, it's not about that. With a nod, moves out from the curve of Rowen's arm as they approach the cafe. ]
It'll be another piece of history returned to where it should be, depending. [ For such a profound notion, his comment is light - nearly offhanded. ] Then I'll come back here when it's all decided.
[ He moves to open the door, standing aside for Rowen. ]
So, let's just assume you already have your pick. [ As far as Sage is concerned, he does. ] Where will you end up?
[ As Sage moves out from under his arm, Rowen drops his hand, palm briefly brushing down the blonde's shoulder blades. It's the barest of continual contact, and he finds he sort of misses having the other's warmth tucked so close by. Not that he's about to say so, at least not out loud. Will Sage guess as much? Maybe. ]
You say that like it's an everyday occurrence. [ His tone is amused as much as he knows Sage isn't taking it lightly at all. Still, there's so much nonchalance that he's sure other traditionalists would probably be upset. ] We all come back, I'm not worried.
Umm. [ The hesitation hums in the back of his throat, even as he goes to hold the door as they get to the cafe. ] MIT maybe. Berkeley, Imperial College, Tokyo University? I still haven't totally pinned down my main major, ha.
[ Sage can do more than guess. It hadn't been so prominent before, but it is now. Rowen's lingering touch sears a trail down his spine that remains long after he's backed away. For better or worse, that's the nature of their bond. Neither of them have to be in battle to feel it. They don't even necessarily have to be close - but this is what happens when they are. As he steps through the doorway, he glances back at Rowen, locking eyes with him for a brief moment. They all come back, indeed.
In the same breath it takes to make that contact, the mental to Rowen's physical, he's broken off the motion with a nod. The inside of the cafe is busy, lively with chatter and the smell of coffee and sugar. It's nice, and he's content that he agreed to this. ]
Looks like I've got to use my time here wisely. You don't settle, so you have a busy couple months ahead of you.
[ He shrugs effortlessly, books shifting in one hand and the other tucked into his pocket. ]
[ It's good for both of them that Sage can make more than a guess. Because Rowen is only halfway aware of just how much he feels towards their relationship. Not even their armor bond will save him from being a huge idiot when it comes to emotions. As such, Sage's pointed looks is met with a mix of confusion and filing away for later. Way later, because he feels his pulse tick up and it's exciting as it is unnerving. ]
Can't really settle if there's something more interesting, you know?
[ Alright your imperial majesty, he'll order. ] Fine, fine. Go find us a table? It's going to become a madhouse in here about ten minutes when class lets out.
[ Can you handle that!!?!? Rowen shoos the blonde off. It'll be better if he can put his books down too. ]
[ A knowing smile settles on Sage's features. Rowen will always outpace him in raw intellect and the pursuit of it. But there are always some instances in which Sage can play at knowing something he doesn't, something that doesn't require his penchant for overthinking. It just happens to be true. Just by looking at him, Sage can see his mental pace quicken. Too easy, he thinks. Then again, maybe he appreciates that easiness, when their pasts can be so complicated. He turns aside, the cheeky look on his face finally reaching his eyes. He claps Rowen's shoulder once. His fingers tighten, then push him off. ]
It'll all be for nothing if we get trampled here.
[ Sage does as asked after that, finding a table situated beside one of the cafe windows. It pans horizontally across the interior, giving a good view of the street. Naturally, he picks a sunny spot, and the bright line of light cuts across the surface. He slides his books onto the table and takes a seat, folding his arms loosely over his chest.
When he looks out the window, he sees life as it should be. Simple, quiet, peaceful. He tries not to feel pride for it sometimes, but it sets in the line of his jaw, in the steadiness of his gaze. Being here now with Rowen only makes the feeling stronger. ]
[ Rowen pointedly doesn't think about Sage's grip or his hands or anything else besides ordering drinks. Because he knows himself– if he's going to get into that spiral of thought it was going to be hours before he came out of it. Hours. He's been there before. Not quite with this topic, but something close to it. Sage has been simultaneously closest to him and furthest away. It's in the way the blonde sort of holds himself aloof. All that old time samurai upbringing, he thinks.
Still, that background is something that makes him interesting. Even moreso when he can be easier to prank because of it. Drink orders are filled and Rowen scoops both of the cups up, finding the profile Sage cuts without much effort. And naturally, he's sitting in a sunny spot. Naturally. ]
Here.
[ Rowen slides the drink over to the other man– it's a ridiculous concoction that the barista had dubbed "dead raiser" for how much caffeine and sugar was in it. He keeps the correct drink to himself as he slides into the chair, elbows set on the table top without regard for manners. ]
[ None the wiser, Sage accepts the cup. It's all polite reflex, as it takes him a moment or two to actually look away from the window and the thrum of normalcy that lies beyond it. He lifts it at an angle with a nod - a silent thanks. If Rowen's lack of manners bothers him, he probably wouldn't be here at all. Over time, habits become nuanced. Appreciated, even. There's something comforting in knowing that to expect.
Well, in most cases. Instead of taking a sip right away, Sage squares the cup on the table, both palms against it to warm his hands. True to Rowen's word, the foot traffic outside is picking up. ]
How much time do you have to spend here before memorizing the class schedules?
[ Briefly, Sage wonders how often he actually goes home. ]
[ True to form, Rowen accepts the thanks with a small gesture of his own. This is how they communicate. Or rather, how they've learned to communicate. Cye and Kento make fun of them for being mentally linked, but Rowen just figures it's more just understanding the blonde as well as he does. Neither of them have need for words, anyway. ]
Er, well, when I was taking an astrophysics class I spent about a week in here off and on trying to crunch for a paper.
[ That was last term. He's not going to mention that he slept maybe two or three of those days. Time not spent here found him in the library, surrounded by reference books that weren't allowed to be checked out. ]
In my breaks, I started mapping traffic patterns for fun. Or guessing what drinks people would order.
[ And maybe he did. Maybe he can figure more from what goes unsaid, but voicing it would just diminish the ability to tell all together. Rowen's life had always carried this hectic quality with it, this comfortable unrest. Sage's life must seem so meticulous in comparison. His thumbs tap the paper cup pointedly, but he still doesn't lift it just yet. His gaze is horrendously steady and lacks pretense. ]
Since you must've passed, I wonder if your guessing success rate influenced how you ordered for me.
[ In all honesty, he wouldn't be surprised if Sage could. Past experience has taught him that his friend was good at reading between the lines. Somehow, though, he doesn't feel like the blonde is just picking apart his sleeping habits or his weird studying. Rowen keeps the contact, even if his heart seems to be doing tiny little flips over on itself.
The sunlight filtering in through the window really does Sage favors. Mouth dry and pulse higher than usual, he pours his effort into a cheeky smirk, leaning back in his chair. ]
Maybe it did, maybe it didn't. I had more data to go off of there.
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Kind of like how he feels about Date Sage. ]
Yeah well, guess who found out we're using books that are a quarter century out of date in their research? [ Rowen snorts– the blonde has probably figured out something to do with this already. This is why they got along best. Sage is attentive where he isn't and vice versa. ]
But whatever, I'll handle that later. [ Seriously, he will. Pulling himself up from his crouched position, he doesn't bother to really straighten out his clothes, instead shooting his old friend a small smile. ] What brings you here? Besides the obvious, of course.
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(Though the urge exists.)
They've all rebelled against the notion of fate anyway. Some things are perhaps destined, and others are just likely. Natural, maybe. Sage can split the different with him. His line of sight rises to follow his friend's standing motion, smiling in turn. As usual, he's about a thousand times more polished, but not overly so. ]
Only you could make an academic endeavor sound like a threat, you know that?
[ Customary quip aside, Sage's free hand goes to his pocket. ]
I'm going to New York.
[ It doesn't hold the best of memories for him, but he's not about to be hindered, either. ]
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[ Academia. Half the time he wants to throw his hands up in the air and be done with it. But, he promised himself he wasn't going down until he'd gotten a PhD in something, purely to just prove everyone wrong about his study habits. And also so he could write papers with a doctorate attached and aggressively correct every idiot he encountered.
It's a problem. ]
...New York, really?
[ Rowen isn't exactly surprised by this, knowing about Sage's brief endeavours there. ] When are you heading out? I mean, we should.... catch up before you go, that is.
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[ Which is his way of playing the philosophical side of the coin that neither of them flipped for the argument. Then again, he supposes that no one will settle for becoming a dying breed, even in the name of progression. People are stubborn, entrenched. Either way, he knows Rowen won't buy it. Sage also knows well what he looks like when he's ready for a purely hypothetical fight, and wisely cuts the both of them off with a single smooth motion. He's reached beneath his arm to produce the invitation: a letter still crisp in its envelope. He extends it out. ]
So happens that the rumor about there being more artifacts tied to the Date clan weren't just talk. There's a sword there.
[ Which meant his grandfather had all but shoved him out of the house, his own personal interest not withstanding. The irony of keeping busy with his ability to verify these things isn't lost on him.
Samurai are a dead breed.
Sage grins a bit, stepping aside to move past him. On his way, he reaches out and gives Rowen a solid tap in the middle of his chest with the backs of his knuckles. ]
I'm not busy.
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Right. He'd be preaching to the choir. Sighing, he takes the envelope, partially pulling the letter out of it with interest. ]
That's....that's really big, Sage. You'd be uncovering part of your family's history.
[ Samurai are a dead breed, but isn't something like this important? Rowen sort of envies his friend sometimes, because his family has virtually no ties that they've kept alive. He was lucky the armor would find him no matter where the hell he was, because otherwise it would've been lost ages ago. ]
Well good, because if on the off chance you had, I'd be coercing you out of your appointments. There's a really good cafe up the block; I think it'll even live up to your tastes.
[ His return grin is wide, eyes bright with the familiar banter. Instead of being put out by the tap, he joins Sage, one arm slung around the other's shoulders in a friendly gesture as they headed out. ]
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How many times would Strata and Halo meet, after all - the two shades of sky.
These thoughts surface in him and race quickly away under the sudden angle of Rowen's arm looping over his shoulders. At one point, Sage is sure he would've had to lean to accommodate. He notices immediately that's not the case anymore. It really had been a long time, hadn't it? Since they'd drifted, and their powers grew quiet. Sage returns the letter to its place among his things. ]
I leave tomorrow. If it turns out to be the real thing, I'm in for a stay.
[ Which suits him either way. With the fighting over for good, he can go wherever he pleases. Mundane responsibilities aside, a thought that has him glancing down at Rowen's half-abandoned syllabus, filled to the margin with angry notes. His eyebrows lift. ]
Can you afford the break?
[ What with a regular crusade of inquiries right there. Sage is curious. Rowen could also go anywhere. ]
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Are you excited? [ He's genuinely curious. ] That's a far cry from Japan, after all.
[ No kidding, but he feels the need to say it anyway. ]
I'll be fine. I'm only working towards a masters right now. [ ONLY............ ] Though if I jump through some hoops and test out of a few things, they're considering just bumping me into the doctorate program.
[ Rowen partially shrugs; at least, as much as he can with one arm slung around Sage's shoulders. ] If they do that, I'll have my pick of which University to continue with a thesis in.
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They're more powerful now. And still, the strange dream of Rowen disappearing sticks to the back of his mind. ]
I'm not worried. [ Sage speak for, "Yes, I'm excited." ] After everything, a little culture shock isn't a big deal. Besides, look at the value of what they might've obtained. It's worth seeing in person.
[ Not that he precisely fancies himself some scion of the Date lineage, but even Sage hasn't abandoned all his pride. A sly look shoots sideways as Rowen explains his options, a little less practiced than his grace. ]
You say 'jumping through hoops' like it wouldn't be easy for you.
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If it ends up being the real thing, it'll be a record for certain. [ For that alone, Rowen hopes it is. But more than that, he knows how interested and excited Sage is about seeing part of his family's history. Even if the other teen isn't exactly showing it on his face. ]
Well, no. It's more a matter of tedium. I understand why they have to— ah here we are. [ He stops mid sentence, gesturing to a storefront a couple doors down. Looks like they beat the rush, thankfully. ]
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It'll be another piece of history returned to where it should be, depending. [ For such a profound notion, his comment is light - nearly offhanded. ] Then I'll come back here when it's all decided.
[ He moves to open the door, standing aside for Rowen. ]
So, let's just assume you already have your pick. [ As far as Sage is concerned, he does. ] Where will you end up?
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You say that like it's an everyday occurrence. [ His tone is amused as much as he knows Sage isn't taking it lightly at all. Still, there's so much nonchalance that he's sure other traditionalists would probably be upset. ] We all come back, I'm not worried.
Umm. [ The hesitation hums in the back of his throat, even as he goes to hold the door as they get to the cafe. ] MIT maybe. Berkeley, Imperial College, Tokyo University? I still haven't totally pinned down my main major, ha.
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In the same breath it takes to make that contact, the mental to Rowen's physical, he's broken off the motion with a nod. The inside of the cafe is busy, lively with chatter and the smell of coffee and sugar. It's nice, and he's content that he agreed to this. ]
Looks like I've got to use my time here wisely. You don't settle, so you have a busy couple months ahead of you.
[ He shrugs effortlessly, books shifting in one hand and the other tucked into his pocket. ]
You order.
[ IF YOU CAN HANDLE THE RESPONSIBILITY. ]
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Can't really settle if there's something more interesting, you know?
[ Alright your imperial majesty, he'll order. ] Fine, fine. Go find us a table? It's going to become a madhouse in here about ten minutes when class lets out.
[ Can you handle that!!?!? Rowen shoos the blonde off. It'll be better if he can put his books down too. ]
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It'll all be for nothing if we get trampled here.
[ Sage does as asked after that, finding a table situated beside one of the cafe windows. It pans horizontally across the interior, giving a good view of the street. Naturally, he picks a sunny spot, and the bright line of light cuts across the surface. He slides his books onto the table and takes a seat, folding his arms loosely over his chest.
When he looks out the window, he sees life as it should be. Simple, quiet, peaceful. He tries not to feel pride for it sometimes, but it sets in the line of his jaw, in the steadiness of his gaze. Being here now with Rowen only makes the feeling stronger. ]
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Still, that background is something that makes him interesting. Even moreso when he can be easier to prank because of it. Drink orders are filled and Rowen scoops both of the cups up, finding the profile Sage cuts without much effort. And naturally, he's sitting in a sunny spot. Naturally. ]
Here.
[ Rowen slides the drink over to the other man– it's a ridiculous concoction that the barista had dubbed "dead raiser" for how much caffeine and sugar was in it. He keeps the correct drink to himself as he slides into the chair, elbows set on the table top without regard for manners. ]
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Well, in most cases. Instead of taking a sip right away, Sage squares the cup on the table, both palms against it to warm his hands. True to Rowen's word, the foot traffic outside is picking up. ]
How much time do you have to spend here before memorizing the class schedules?
[ Briefly, Sage wonders how often he actually goes home. ]
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Er, well, when I was taking an astrophysics class I spent about a week in here off and on trying to crunch for a paper.
[ That was last term. He's not going to mention that he slept maybe two or three of those days. Time not spent here found him in the library, surrounded by reference books that weren't allowed to be checked out. ]
In my breaks, I started mapping traffic patterns for fun. Or guessing what drinks people would order.
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[ And maybe he did. Maybe he can figure more from what goes unsaid, but voicing it would just diminish the ability to tell all together. Rowen's life had always carried this hectic quality with it, this comfortable unrest. Sage's life must seem so meticulous in comparison. His thumbs tap the paper cup pointedly, but he still doesn't lift it just yet. His gaze is horrendously steady and lacks pretense. ]
Since you must've passed, I wonder if your guessing success rate influenced how you ordered for me.
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The sunlight filtering in through the window really does Sage favors. Mouth dry and pulse higher than usual, he pours his effort into a cheeky smirk, leaning back in his chair. ]
Maybe it did, maybe it didn't. I had more data to go off of there.