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Derision. This in itself raised a brow. She took offense, but was apologetic two times over. Tatsuya critically eyed her in lieu of impassivity now. Hesitancy, second guessing? Their meeting was in its infancy thus he could not pinpoint the origin of her state of mind.
INDENTClueless as to how he offended her, he remained courteous. No sneering, no snorting, no looking up to – why is she doing that? Tatsuya looked up, hoping to see whatever captured her interest. Nothing out of the ordinary. Just leaves, insects, and the sky. Wait a minute. Is she...? No, no. Best not assume, but he had this sneaking suspicion – it buzzed in the back of his head like a fly. Would it be bad to assume she was looking to a higher power? Was religion too taboo a subject to push on to someone he has just met? Should he insinuate that she was the pious sort, she might respond negatively. He refrained from commenting then and there, but the thoughts continued to prosper.
INDENTOr! She saw a bird. Dang! He must have missed it. Over-analyzing simple gestures was his specialty, but to miss scoping out some choice bird booty plumage...Truly disheartening.
INDENTHer comment resonated with him in a bad way. Shit. Is that what I sound like? No wonder she was ruffled. “Tatsuya.” An apology for being an absolute tit. Conversation did not come easy to him, especially when forced. Involuntary amiability shifted to deference. Taking initiative was fun and all, but maybe he should just...be quiet. Let her do the talking. Allow the silence to speak for them. Apprehensively, his tail twitched behind him. As harrowing as it felt, the Gamma let Sien do (or say) as she please. To devolve into persiflage was not on his list of things to do today.