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[nebensonne]

Characters: thewarisover & nebensonne.
Location: Roy's Office. /FLINGS FILES ASIDE AND SPRAWLS OVER DESK.
Rating: G for now.
Time: After this. Backdated to the late evening of the 19th.
Description: Giovanni has questions he needs answers to.

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Giovanniiiiiiiiiii~~~~~

[thewarisover]

Roy looked up immediately at the door opening, every inch of him going perfectly still for that crucial split second that it took for an old veteran him to assess the situation, determine if he was in danger or not. It didn't seem like he was. Yet.

He recognized that voice, although this was the first time he was going to see the face behind it. The dark-haired man smiled, remained seated at his desk.

"Giovanni."

Must-taaaa~ngo!

[nebensonne]

He didn't say anything to answer that, no reaction to Roy smiling back except to step deeper into the room, stopping short of coming close to the desk itself. His hands remained static at his sides, inoffensive and harmless, and behind his glasses his eyes shifted across Roy, along the edge of the desk where his elbows rested, up to his face and that unreadable expression.

... The quiet of the building and the lack of intrusion didn't mean he wasn't hiding a Weapon, after all. Though there wasn't much on the surface to imply wariness.

Somehow, looking at that office, he felt like he'd expected something more grandiose. Something more like there'd be at home, somehow, tall windows and long shadows and that shape, the shape of him thrown long and black across the floor, crosscrossed with metal panes.

But maybe he's drawing too many irrelevant parallels, assuming too much.

... Still, it was reasonably sized.

"Does this satisfy your expectations?" He spreads his arms just a little bit, palms open. "... You owe me an answer to that

[thewarisover]

"I tend not to carry expectations for first meetings."

Roy turned his seat away, reaching into his pocket for his cigarettes.

"Want one? ...Why don't you have a seat?"

Which was, effectively, an open invitation to take his time and look around. There wasn't anything to hide, for the moment.

[nebensonne]

"I don't smoke."

... It probably would've been too much to expect an easy answer. Giovanni watched him pull the cigarette packet out, obviously a little bit put out by Roy's relaxed ease about all this, and slowly, stiffly moved closer to the desk. It didn't particularly suit him to sit, but Roy didn't look like he was going to talk any time soon. Being difficult probably meant they'd be here longer, if he understood anything about this.

So he hitched the fabric of his trousers and sat down on the chair, resting his palms on his knees. He looked about as at ease as he did when he was standing.

"It's not really our first meeting, is it?" ... In a sense.