Caiside met the old mans look with a wide smile, then held up his hand to show off the rings on it. ”Little things are my specialty.” There was confidence in his voice, not his usual self assured cockiness, but a quiet certainty. The cockiness wasn’t gone long, Caiside’s next words directed at Jigano, and accentuated with a wink. ”They’ll be perfect.”
With a short laugh, he turned back towards the tools, running his fingers over what was available. Caiside didn’t get to look long, the smiths voice immediately drawing his focus back fully on the conversation. He leaned in at the mention of sexy parties, his interest piqued. The little bit that was described almost sounded like the rebels he used to host, thought blood had not been a huge factor in his parties.
”You didn’t tell me you were starting a cult. Do I get an invitation?” He couldn’t help the gentle tease as he stepped back over, inserting himself quite literally into the conversation. It seemed highly unlikely to Caiside that the masks were for anything strange. He was interested in their actual purpose as well now, his hand coming up to stroke his chin as he regarded the silver haired man.
With a short laugh, he turned back towards the tools, running his fingers over what was available. Caiside didn’t get to look long, the smiths voice immediately drawing his focus back fully on the conversation. He leaned in at the mention of sexy parties, his interest piqued. The little bit that was described almost sounded like the rebels he used to host, thought blood had not been a huge factor in his parties.
”You didn’t tell me you were starting a cult. Do I get an invitation?” He couldn’t help the gentle tease as he stepped back over, inserting himself quite literally into the conversation. It seemed highly unlikely to Caiside that the masks were for anything strange. He was interested in their actual purpose as well now, his hand coming up to stroke his chin as he regarded the silver haired man.
