(ain't you dyin' in that suit, amos says, and for a second — assuming he knows what he's looking for and at — there's genuine amusement in marc's features, in the way his body relaxes for one beat, then two, and then he gestures loosely and vaguely with a hand as if to say 'you'd think', or perhaps 'it's fine'. )
Funny. I thought I was dressed to kill, not to die.
( it's dry, dismissive in its own way, and though it's likely not evident what marc means by it entirely, it is clear it's not quite as simple as all that — at least, there'd likely be less of a sliver of the ghost of humour.
with that said, the utterance hanging between them for longer than's strictly necessary, marc's attention flickers back to the bottle amos had picked up, then to the wall of bottles behind him. in the immediate, he wouldn't describe amos as having an easy manner to him, but there are parts of how he holds himself, parts of the (almost) back-and-forth they've fallen into that reminds him of soldier. it's a thought he notes and places to one side, to return to only if it ends up proving relevant. maybe — maybe — with a touch of jean-paul's humour, from before he'd had enough of marc's shit. it's there in the remark about we gotta find out, and the thomas doesn't know it, only it's less—
—french. )
I've spent a lot of time in hot countries, ( he adds as an addendum, almost distracted as he shifts his weight to stand and lean over the bar, eyes scanning the bottles a little more intently than he had previously. he knows this isn't the same thing, the two moons are evident enough of that, but that doesn't change the way the heat feels, the way his shirt sticks to him, the mugginess or the humidity. fortunately, he's had a lot of practise at pretending it doesn't matter and he hasn't noticed.
as if to say 'and so', he follows the remark up with— ) Vodka.
( his gaze flickers to the umbrella amos had placed down, then to thomas, then back to amos. thomas is no vision, that's for sure, and despite any questions marc might have about thomas, they're not what he focuses on now.
instead, it's a pointed, challenging remark aimed solely at amos, two fingers flicking towards the bottle of tequila. )That explains a lot.
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Funny. I thought I was dressed to kill, not to die.
( it's dry, dismissive in its own way, and though it's likely not evident what marc means by it entirely, it is clear it's not quite as simple as all that — at least, there'd likely be less of a sliver of the ghost of humour.
with that said, the utterance hanging between them for longer than's strictly necessary, marc's attention flickers back to the bottle amos had picked up, then to the wall of bottles behind him. in the immediate, he wouldn't describe amos as having an easy manner to him, but there are parts of how he holds himself, parts of the (almost) back-and-forth they've fallen into that reminds him of soldier. it's a thought he notes and places to one side, to return to only if it ends up proving relevant. maybe — maybe — with a touch of jean-paul's humour, from before he'd had enough of marc's shit. it's there in the remark about we gotta find out, and the thomas doesn't know it, only it's less—
—french. )
I've spent a lot of time in hot countries, ( he adds as an addendum, almost distracted as he shifts his weight to stand and lean over the bar, eyes scanning the bottles a little more intently than he had previously. he knows this isn't the same thing, the two moons are evident enough of that, but that doesn't change the way the heat feels, the way his shirt sticks to him, the mugginess or the humidity. fortunately, he's had a lot of practise at pretending it doesn't matter and he hasn't noticed.
as if to say 'and so', he follows the remark up with— ) Vodka.
( his gaze flickers to the umbrella amos had placed down, then to thomas, then back to amos. thomas is no vision, that's for sure, and despite any questions marc might have about thomas, they're not what he focuses on now.
instead, it's a pointed, challenging remark aimed solely at amos, two fingers flicking towards the bottle of tequila. ) That explains a lot.