[ Creak, creak. Ed's gaze darts sideways briefly as he registers the sound of approaching footfalls, at first taking in just the outline of a figure drawing closer and finding no particular reason to pay attention. Not at first glance. Then again, Ed's first glance tend to be a fickle thing indeed, his attention span notoriously compromised at any given moment and consequently, it doesn't exactly shock him that his initial impression is so utterly, mind-numbingly wrong; because it's not just anybody walking up to him, is it, it's Armand himself. Ed's managed to catch him in the role both times. That had been a treat, definitely.
Usually, he likes to see different dancers, just to feel the way the story changes, gains or loses nuances - but in this case, well.
Well. ]
Hi! I - oh. [ He picks the cigarette from between his lips and stares at it for a second or two, the all-too-familiar taste of nicotine heavy and dark against the back of his throat. Then, with a shrug, he dumps it to the ground and stubs it out. ] Right, right. Rules. Can't believe I forgot about those.
[ Said with a slight wink. Of the many things he's known for, being all humble and law-abiding definitely isn't one of them. Habitually, he pushes away the thoughts that always follow in the wake of that knowledge - darker thoughts, the kind that makes you feel rotten through to your core. No place for those right now. He's got an empty apartment waiting for him along with half a bottle of rum, he'll pencil those fuckers in at a later date, thanks.
For now, he leans back against the wall a little and gives Claude a smile and a once-over, just taking him in. He looks nice in that suit. Vintage shoes are on point, too, gotta say. Ed thinks a little forlornly about his own wardrobe, all black and grey, just a few, dark purples here and there, snuck in amidst the rest. ]
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Usually, he likes to see different dancers, just to feel the way the story changes, gains or loses nuances - but in this case, well.
Well. ]
Hi! I - oh. [ He picks the cigarette from between his lips and stares at it for a second or two, the all-too-familiar taste of nicotine heavy and dark against the back of his throat. Then, with a shrug, he dumps it to the ground and stubs it out. ] Right, right. Rules. Can't believe I forgot about those.
[ Said with a slight wink. Of the many things he's known for, being all humble and law-abiding definitely isn't one of them. Habitually, he pushes away the thoughts that always follow in the wake of that knowledge - darker thoughts, the kind that makes you feel rotten through to your core. No place for those right now. He's got an empty apartment waiting for him along with half a bottle of rum, he'll pencil those fuckers in at a later date, thanks.
For now, he leans back against the wall a little and gives Claude a smile and a once-over, just taking him in. He looks nice in that suit. Vintage shoes are on point, too, gotta say. Ed thinks a little forlornly about his own wardrobe, all black and grey, just a few, dark purples here and there, snuck in amidst the rest. ]