[ It’s definitely a conversation that Tezcatlipoca will attribute to the night out, then as they get to know each other more, look back and be like “wait—”
For now, though! He dips his head in agreement, and there’s a look of somewhat reluctant concession with it. ]
…Well, you got me there. Plenty of shit that did come from us that got, uh, misunderstood.
[ In one sense, the misunderstandings were small, just unclear language about how best to do things, numbers, things like that. On paper, it’d be very clerical. But in practice, it was the human sacrifice element. Like, they did want the blood and appreciated the sacrifice, since it empowered them, but. Sometimes it got out of hand with the sheer amounts with, say, the dedication of a temple or something like that. Especially his temples…
They turn the corner of the dim corridor, and Tezcatlipoca nods. ]
Yep, there we go. I was pretty sure this was the right way—
[ …With how he trails off, there should be some doubt about his confidence. But he heads to a door that outwardly is no different from any of the others. It’s rough and ramshackle with one big, keyed lock, and lots of dents and indications of deadbolts (absolutely plural) on the other side. He misses the keyhole on the first try, mumbles a curse, but on the second, it’s more successful!
With showy panache that comes solely from his inebriation, he steps inside and grandly gestures to the apartment like it’s a palace. It, of course, is anything but. In fact, Matt can see all of it, save for the bathroom and narrow balcony. It’s dingy and a bit rundown, like everything else in Kowloon, but it’s clean. At first impression, there’s nothing particularly interesting about the objects in it—it just seems like a normal, lived in apartment free of decoration. But there is the faint smell of copal that clings to the air in here rather than the mustier air in the corridor.
There is also only one bed. It is not very big. ]
And here we are. My incredibly fuckin’ humble abode.
[ But he sounds fond when he says it. Even though he’ll give Silco a hard time forever, he’s actually genuinely appreciative to have this place. Now that they’re here, he tosses his coat over the single chair, then starts to clumsily fuss with the strapping of his holster to take it off. ]
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For now, though! He dips his head in agreement, and there’s a look of somewhat reluctant concession with it. ]
…Well, you got me there. Plenty of shit that did come from us that got, uh, misunderstood.
[ In one sense, the misunderstandings were small, just unclear language about how best to do things, numbers, things like that. On paper, it’d be very clerical. But in practice, it was the human sacrifice element. Like, they did want the blood and appreciated the sacrifice, since it empowered them, but. Sometimes it got out of hand with the sheer amounts with, say, the dedication of a temple or something like that. Especially his temples…
They turn the corner of the dim corridor, and Tezcatlipoca nods. ]
Yep, there we go. I was pretty sure this was the right way—
[ …With how he trails off, there should be some doubt about his confidence. But he heads to a door that outwardly is no different from any of the others. It’s rough and ramshackle with one big, keyed lock, and lots of dents and indications of deadbolts (absolutely plural) on the other side. He misses the keyhole on the first try, mumbles a curse, but on the second, it’s more successful!
With showy panache that comes solely from his inebriation, he steps inside and grandly gestures to the apartment like it’s a palace. It, of course, is anything but. In fact, Matt can see all of it, save for the bathroom and narrow balcony. It’s dingy and a bit rundown, like everything else in Kowloon, but it’s clean. At first impression, there’s nothing particularly interesting about the objects in it—it just seems like a normal, lived in apartment free of decoration. But there is the faint smell of copal that clings to the air in here rather than the mustier air in the corridor.
There is also only one bed. It is not very big. ]
And here we are. My incredibly fuckin’ humble abode.
[ But he sounds fond when he says it. Even though he’ll give Silco a hard time forever, he’s actually genuinely appreciative to have this place. Now that they’re here, he tosses his coat over the single chair, then starts to clumsily fuss with the strapping of his holster to take it off. ]