[Again, there's a moment of awkwardness that forms itself around Rhys' words, Giovanni's expression tense, bordering on concern, and briefly he glances back over his shoulder, trying to discern who else might be listening. That kind of sentiment-- should Sui-Feng here it, or one of the other Enforcers, well. It's something that would be frowned upon, disapproved of. He has to remind himself that Rhys is a Nine, that - in all likeliness - anything he says can be passed off as rich-kid eccentricity.
Still, as such, he chooses not to respond. Lowers his eyes. Latches on to the words Julius utters, instead.]
Don't make it sound too ominous, will you. Hahah.
[His laughter, it's a little too hard, a little too abrupt. And of course, his mind goes there, conditioned as its been towards swift and volatile endings.]
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Still, as such, he chooses not to respond. Lowers his eyes. Latches on to the words Julius utters, instead.]
Don't make it sound too ominous, will you. Hahah.
[His laughter, it's a little too hard, a little too abrupt. And of course, his mind goes there, conditioned as its been towards swift and volatile endings.]