[He hadn't wanted to take a job here. Doing so feels like a small yet painful act of defeat, and perhaps that's why he's chosen something that has so little to do with what he's trained for, one that feels transitory, easily surrendered at a moment's notice. He's heading back from his shift at the local tavern he's been frequenting with such regularity when he hears the smoke and whiskey voice call out to him. Turns sharp on his heel in such a way that has his coat billowing out behind him like great, dark wings. He's already flashing a smile - bright, dashing - when he catches sight of Cain--
--and the person Cain is with. Guilt blooms in his chest like the spread of blood from a stab wound, although if one were to ask him, he'd have been hard-pressed to say precisely what he feels guilty about. There's a moment where he just stands there dumbly, unmoving, whilst he strongly considers the benefits and pitfalls of turning and running away.
But he doesn't do that, ultimately. They've both seen him, and walking away from them now would only make this more awkward than he anticipates it to be. So he takes a steadying breath, strides over with all the bright confidence he can muster. Flashes a smile that's just a touch strained around the edges.]
RUDE
--and the person Cain is with. Guilt blooms in his chest like the spread of blood from a stab wound, although if one were to ask him, he'd have been hard-pressed to say precisely what he feels guilty about. There's a moment where he just stands there dumbly, unmoving, whilst he strongly considers the benefits and pitfalls of turning and running away.
But he doesn't do that, ultimately. They've both seen him, and walking away from them now would only make this more awkward than he anticipates it to be. So he takes a steadying breath, strides over with all the bright confidence he can muster. Flashes a smile that's just a touch strained around the edges.]
Hello there, Cain.
[A beat, just the length of a heartbeat.]
...Asra.