[Fenris takes a seat and Giovanni moves closer, stands beside him with his back pressed to the bar, leaning loose and boneless. He, too, scans the crowd, red eyes flashing with their own restrained tension, the desire for more than this, for something worse. For the moment it's enough to keep the violence at bay, and the other patrons give the two Company men as wide a berth as the push of the crowd will allow.
Brightly, Giovanni laughs.]
Up to me, hahah.
[His voice is a sardonic drawl, the implication clear-- it's never up to him. He does as he's told, and for the moment his orders are to remain here.
He glances up at Fenris, then. Flashes his teeth.]
But you really ought to lighten up. It is what we make of it.
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Brightly, Giovanni laughs.]
Up to me, hahah.
[His voice is a sardonic drawl, the implication clear-- it's never up to him. He does as he's told, and for the moment his orders are to remain here.
He glances up at Fenris, then. Flashes his teeth.]
But you really ought to lighten up. It is what we make of it.