EVENT {OPEN} PT4

[expergisci]

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Sorry for how long this took to get written, bbcakes. :(

[pseudism]

[ Is that what it looks like. Giovanni smiles thinly, less tense than he feels, but it's still there, still obvious in the lines between his upper and lower jaw where the push down against each other like a faultline, the tension of his brow drawing behind his glasses, making it all a little bit wrong, a little bit insincere. He's seen the gun at Rufus's hip, but he doesn't acknowledge it as a problem.

It's nobody he knows. Nobody who'll have an agenda or a reason to raise his weapon, unless Giovanni decides to first. He just scared him, didn't he?

He takes a few steps closer, all soft footfalls devoured by the plush carpeting. And as he steps closer, from somewhere - he isn't sure where - he realises: he can smell blood. Distant, faint, maybe not even on this floor, but it's fresh, newly spilt probably.

... Nothing that registers as too strange. Won't he be shedding blood when he finds Heine, as well? They all have agendas, and they're easy enough to fulfil, in this place.

He studies Rufus's youthful face, the slicked-back blond hair and strong jawline. Even now, with no real similarity once he looks closely, with nothing to compare between them... he's still faintly reminded of somebody. It's something that makes his spine itch, pushes up an already tense feeling from his shoulders to the back of his neck, like a tightening grip. ]

... Something like that. [ Not so much target practice as seeking a target. Semantics. ]

What about you. Walking around with that.

[redskyrising]

[Thus far, all the people he has met in this hotel have been quite intent on minding their own business. But there's always a percentage of a population that's up to no good, isn't there?]

[The back of his neck tingles, an instinctive fight or flight response. But he never backs down from a threat, and as for fighting...

He sees the stranger's gaze shift to the gun he carries. Silly boy. Not all battles are fought with weapons.]

Is it so unusual? There are no gun laws here.

[Well, technically he doesn't know that, but so far none of the staff have made any objection. He smiles, and shifts the conversation into a slightly higher gear.]

Although I daresay the staff wouldn't be very pleased at your destruction of the property.