[ Tezcatlipoca’s expression does drop is disbelief, and it’s very obvious that this is a guy who’s not use to getting criticized. Which, no shit! He’s teteo, a god on high that people didn’t dare disrespect. There’s the inherent blasphemy of it, of course, but also just that Tezscatlipoca was a god with a reputation of being fickle.
It’s why his hand twitches slightly, but it’s unseen because he’s still playing the role of the cool guy, so his hands are shoved into his pockets. The utter disrespect makes his trigger fingers itch, and there’s a flare of anger in Communion. It’s like a low growl of a large cat.
…But. Fuck. Embarrassingly, she’s got him dead to rights. That’s what has the anger subside and his hands calm. He tilts his head back with a groan of frustration. You know, maybe he does miss the worshipping, fearful masses, actually. ]
You got a sharp mouth, anyone ever told you that?
[ Rhetorical. He’s sure that yes, someone has. He sighs heavily as he straightens again, but oddly, he finally takes off the sunglasses and tucks them into his pocket. There doesn’t seem to be any particular reason for this. It’s like he suddenly got tired of wearing them. But he does show that his eyes are an unnaturally pale shade of blue. ]
I ain’t lookin’ for trust, for what it’s worth. Don’t even expect it. [ he, uh, has a certain reputation, after all ] But I’m serious about workin’ for Zenith, not balance. If that’s what I gave a shit about, wouldn’t have picked a side at all.
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[ Tezcatlipoca’s expression does drop is disbelief, and it’s very obvious that this is a guy who’s not use to getting criticized. Which, no shit! He’s teteo, a god on high that people didn’t dare disrespect. There’s the inherent blasphemy of it, of course, but also just that Tezscatlipoca was a god with a reputation of being fickle.
It’s why his hand twitches slightly, but it’s unseen because he’s still playing the role of the cool guy, so his hands are shoved into his pockets. The utter disrespect makes his trigger fingers itch, and there’s a flare of anger in Communion. It’s like a low growl of a large cat.
…But. Fuck. Embarrassingly, she’s got him dead to rights. That’s what has the anger subside and his hands calm. He tilts his head back with a groan of frustration. You know, maybe he does miss the worshipping, fearful masses, actually. ]
You got a sharp mouth, anyone ever told you that?
[ Rhetorical. He’s sure that yes, someone has. He sighs heavily as he straightens again, but oddly, he finally takes off the sunglasses and tucks them into his pocket. There doesn’t seem to be any particular reason for this. It’s like he suddenly got tired of wearing them. But he does show that his eyes are an unnaturally pale shade of blue. ]
I ain’t lookin’ for trust, for what it’s worth. Don’t even expect it. [ he, uh, has a certain reputation, after all ] But I’m serious about workin’ for Zenith, not balance. If that’s what I gave a shit about, wouldn’t have picked a side at all.