02 // a twofer: video and action!

[presto_presto]

[There's an old-ish man in an impeccable dress suit in the entrance hall. Cohen's cleaned up for the occasion; maybe he's trying to recapture his old surface self. White gloves hide the scars on his hands, and - okay, so he's wearing stage makeup again, but it's at least freshly applied and not stark whiteHe pushes open the front door, slowly, with

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audio. forever audio.

[worldentire]

Hard t'get used to again, isn't it?

Video and proud of it~

[presto_presto]

[he takes a while to reply.]

The sun and I have a lot to catch up on.

psh, your video's too flamboyant for my audio.

[worldentire]

I'm sure you'll find somethin' out there.

Then switch to video! >:3

[presto_presto]

[another pause; he thinks he recognises Sinclair's voice.]

...The gentleman I played for?

nah. can't do it.

[worldentire]

The very same, sir.

spoilsport.

[presto_presto]

Then I believe an apology is owed. Can you forgive the lapse in manners of an old man with a considerable stress on his mind?

psh, like he'd show himself to Cohen.

[worldentire]

[most graciously] Of course, Mr. Cohen, of course!

...LIKE COHEN WOULD WANT TO SEE HIS UGLY FACE.

[presto_presto]

So kind of you.

[he murmurs it, already distracted by the vastness of the sky.]

YEAH RIGHT.

[worldentire]

Oh, it's no trouble. No trouble at all.

You might want to take it a bit slow, there, Mr. Cohen.