[ He's correct. A second glass is poured, and he doesn't have to hazard a guess. The quiet, the calmness the two of them have, it's anything but: there's something circling them, an energy he's positive the other can pick up. Tension in the surface, like a storm on the horizon, culminating, electricity in the air.
He gives the other the glass, nodding. There's no point. Though he does linger, looking at the other's right eye. Even underneath it, there's a small beauty mark.
He's an exact copy. His own eyes narrow. ]
Kirigan. [ It's not quite a fake name, though he cants his head to the side, cautious. ] Unless the Darkling holds any meaning to you. I'd welcome you to this place, but I'm afraid it's far from welcoming.
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He gives the other the glass, nodding. There's no point. Though he does linger, looking at the other's right eye. Even underneath it, there's a small beauty mark.
He's an exact copy. His own eyes narrow. ]
Kirigan. [ It's not quite a fake name, though he cants his head to the side, cautious. ] Unless the Darkling holds any meaning to you. I'd welcome you to this place, but I'm afraid it's far from welcoming.