[ It's been such a brief time since Risotto had to play this game — acting nice in front of an ambiguously-powered superior — but it's rare he's done it literally, face to face. In the mafia he'd worked in prior, most things had been assigned to himself and his team via secretive mail drop or encrypted email. Not while staring at each other over stale pancakes and comparatively-nice coffee.
But all of this information is useful, and Risotto is hungry for more about this universe, the little details that haven't been covered in training yet. The awareness that this man probably knows that and is counting on it doesn't make it any less important to be getting it.
He needs to be careful, he assumes, even though Risotto can't say he understands enough about this afterlife-or-maybe-alternate-dimension to truly believe he can guess anyone's endgame plans yet.
For his part, he doesn't smile, not even while actively committed to playing it safe and friendly. He just listens and watches and then, as it's clear the other man is done talking, considers it all before responding. His expression isn't inscrutable, but it's mostly only lingered between surprise and a pointed attention. ]
It must be frustrating, losing recruits to...fate. [ What the hell does relocated home mean? ] I'm surprised you haven't burnt out. [ He means: he's seeing that this must be a stubborn, self-motivated man who's in it to climb ranks, not strictly nurture recruits. Alright. Risotto's met men like that before. They can be reliable, even if only because weak teammates hurt their own chances.
After a few more moments of consideration, Risotto actually reaches out of his own accord this time — literally, offering his hand to shake. They're slow to emerge, but evidently he's got manners hiding in there somewhere, and he's decided this is a good time to use them. ] Thank you again, Steven.
...If there's so few of us, I'm sure I'll see you again. Until one or both of us disappears, as you said.
your guy is fascinating and I already am loving this cr 👀
But all of this information is useful, and Risotto is hungry for more about this universe, the little details that haven't been covered in training yet. The awareness that this man probably knows that and is counting on it doesn't make it any less important to be getting it.
He needs to be careful, he assumes, even though Risotto can't say he understands enough about this afterlife-or-maybe-alternate-dimension to truly believe he can guess anyone's endgame plans yet.
For his part, he doesn't smile, not even while actively committed to playing it safe and friendly. He just listens and watches and then, as it's clear the other man is done talking, considers it all before responding. His expression isn't inscrutable, but it's mostly only lingered between surprise and a pointed attention. ]
It must be frustrating, losing recruits to...fate. [ What the hell does relocated home mean? ] I'm surprised you haven't burnt out. [ He means: he's seeing that this must be a stubborn, self-motivated man who's in it to climb ranks, not strictly nurture recruits. Alright. Risotto's met men like that before. They can be reliable, even if only because weak teammates hurt their own chances.
After a few more moments of consideration, Risotto actually reaches out of his own accord this time — literally, offering his hand to shake. They're slow to emerge, but evidently he's got manners hiding in there somewhere, and he's decided this is a good time to use them. ] Thank you again, Steven.
...If there's so few of us, I'm sure I'll see you again. Until one or both of us disappears, as you said.