....... This one. [Concord lifts one drink to his nose, sniffs it inquisitively, then sets it down. Repeat with the other. The Mango Star ends up chosen by him, politely passing the Gimlet to Akechi. He bothers to actually look at him more fully now, though his gaze has a distant quality to it. That's the loneliness, don't worry about it.]
Thank you. Earnestly. [he means it, a near painfully genuine man, even if he speaks with a stern, soldierly tone.]
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Thank you. Earnestly. [he means it, a near painfully genuine man, even if he speaks with a stern, soldierly tone.]
Are you a long term guest?