( it's a cacophony of noise that means nothing, says nothing. a faint layer of gold painted so thinly the rust still shows underneath. ratio's lips thin into a sharp line, both from the assessment presented and the fact that he has little to add. none of the observations are particularly in-depth, but then—how much can even be said, from the backseat of a car whose lack of grime is more conspicuous than its presence would have been?

perhaps this is his cue to haul himself out, finally, brushing off dust that doesn't exist as he straightens on his feet. just two hoyo men, standing at the exact same approximate height because the models only come in so many sizes... )

While I would agree none of this is to our benefit as a whole, it seems there are still benefits to be had. For instance—clothing vouchers. ( he taps the watch. so it claims, anyway. ) Unless you'd prefer to stay lounging here as you are.

( one stiff breeze away from a category three incident. at least there's nothing of the sort in a parking garage, but who can say about the rest of the hotel. )