[He looks away as Sampo places his hand over his heart, and makes a non-committal noise. Something neutral. Neither positive (yes, he's inviting him in) nor negative (he wants Sampo to leave, to stop wasting their time and leave, because he will when he's bored) - it's just a sound. He heard what Sampo said, and Sampo can draw his own conclusions.
He half-turns away...]
Believe whatever you want, Koski.
[And Gepard starts heading back down the alleyway again, and Sampo can decide if he wants to follow, or live up to his expectations and leave, or indecisively sit on the wall like he's some gargoyle longing for rain that will never come. It's cold. It's cold in a way Gepard seldom let himself feel, but- it's cold.]
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Date: 2024-09-22 01:17 am (UTC)He half-turns away...]
Believe whatever you want, Koski.
[And Gepard starts heading back down the alleyway again, and Sampo can decide if he wants to follow, or live up to his expectations and leave, or indecisively sit on the wall like he's some gargoyle longing for rain that will never come. It's cold. It's cold in a way Gepard seldom let himself feel, but- it's cold.]