[Those are definitely hands on his cheeks, there, his bang being flipped over. Such familiarity is something maybe he - and Elysium, yes - would indulge in, but never quite like this. These were games played for games sake. Set is sincere in all things. Maybe that's how all gods are.]
Oh, goodness me. That's real kind of you.
[A little clearing of the throat, as he casts his gaze everywhere. The woman catches his eye, of course, do does that blade, and the jars - but he's sweeping in and not bringing them to attention just yet.]
[He approaches the desk, his finger playing around with the handle of the cup, before glancing back at Set.]
Y'know...bit of both, maybe. Nothing your ol' friend Sampo Koski can't handle.
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[Those are definitely hands on his cheeks, there, his bang being flipped over. Such familiarity is something maybe he - and Elysium, yes - would indulge in, but never quite like this. These were games played for games sake. Set is sincere in all things. Maybe that's how all gods are.]
Oh, goodness me. That's real kind of you.
[A little clearing of the throat, as he casts his gaze everywhere. The woman catches his eye, of course, do does that blade, and the jars - but he's sweeping in and not bringing them to attention just yet.]
[He approaches the desk, his finger playing around with the handle of the cup, before glancing back at Set.]
Y'know...bit of both, maybe. Nothing your ol' friend Sampo Koski can't handle.