[ BK201 is too well-trained to bristle at unexpected touch. He doesn't bat her off -- though it's tempting. Just gestures her to the cushioned teak chair next to him, beneath the cool shade of the tamarind tree. The clientele at the other tables is mixed: some tourists, some locals, a melange of different accents. No one who sets off his alarms -- except for the girl right before him, bright-smiling and fresh-scrubbed as if she hasn't just been wading through the dirty waters of double-dealing. ]
[ Oh, how you've grown, Hei thinks, the knowledge cold and bitter-tasting with its inevitability. He breathes in, lets it go in favor of slipping into his cover. It is a matter of shuffling the cards of his thoughts. A magic trick; a sleight of hand. Getting the right one to the top. Is this the one you chose, sir? Yes, it is. ]
Did you enjoy your walk? [ he asks, his smile a gentle, flirtatious thing, like they're a pair of honeymooners still drunk on their intimacy, ] I was getting worried.
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Date: 2015-04-20 02:40 am (UTC)[ Oh, how you've grown, Hei thinks, the knowledge cold and bitter-tasting with its inevitability. He breathes in, lets it go in favor of slipping into his cover. It is a matter of shuffling the cards of his thoughts. A magic trick; a sleight of hand. Getting the right one to the top. Is this the one you chose, sir? Yes, it is. ]
Did you enjoy your walk? [ he asks, his smile a gentle, flirtatious thing, like they're a pair of honeymooners still drunk on their intimacy, ] I was getting worried.