Yesterday, 12:45 AM
Grym was something else. She had guts and that was something he admired greatly. Of course the disrespect wasn't meant for Zholdin and his crew. It was meant exclusively for him. Zholdin ignored it, but as her eyes met his, searching deeply for something he didn't understand, his mind once again went silent. Zholdin's personality had drawn it out again, but the mission the chaos within him sought was accomplished and it fled once more in Grym's presence. The silence hit heavily. He was so used to the noise that it's absence was both a welcome gift and an unwanted curse. His features softened in confusion for a moment until Zholdin continued to speak.
He turned his gaze back to the gopnik leader, but his mind remained uncannily silent. Zholdin owed him two favors. That would come in handy at some point in time he was sure. It was a strange change from not having cared about the first one, but it was the way Giovanni operated. His mind changed when it wanted to. Zholdin suggested real food and drink. Giovanni wanted something else first.
"A shower would be great - if I may," he said. Zholdin gave the affirmative and offered the same to Grym. This was a fight club - there had to be multiple showers there. After a shower, he'd show up and eat, or he wouldn't. He'd offer Zholdin instruction on his powers, or he wouldn't. He wouldn't know until that decision came.
As the group left, Giovanni turned towards her again, his eyes narrowed in suspicion - or maybe confusion once again. She was still angry with him. His hand moved, almost as if to reach out and touch her, but he held back. He wasn't sure why. When he finally spoke, his words were quiet - quiet enough that only she could hear. The words were meant for her. "And what power is it that you wield?" he asked her, feeling as if even asking that question cracked his defenses. Giovanni didn't wait for her to answer, he just turned and headed towards the showers. He needed to think, and for some reason, showers were good for that.
[[OoC: Shower offer was with permission]]
He turned his gaze back to the gopnik leader, but his mind remained uncannily silent. Zholdin owed him two favors. That would come in handy at some point in time he was sure. It was a strange change from not having cared about the first one, but it was the way Giovanni operated. His mind changed when it wanted to. Zholdin suggested real food and drink. Giovanni wanted something else first.
"A shower would be great - if I may," he said. Zholdin gave the affirmative and offered the same to Grym. This was a fight club - there had to be multiple showers there. After a shower, he'd show up and eat, or he wouldn't. He'd offer Zholdin instruction on his powers, or he wouldn't. He wouldn't know until that decision came.
As the group left, Giovanni turned towards her again, his eyes narrowed in suspicion - or maybe confusion once again. She was still angry with him. His hand moved, almost as if to reach out and touch her, but he held back. He wasn't sure why. When he finally spoke, his words were quiet - quiet enough that only she could hear. The words were meant for her. "And what power is it that you wield?" he asked her, feeling as if even asking that question cracked his defenses. Giovanni didn't wait for her to answer, he just turned and headed towards the showers. He needed to think, and for some reason, showers were good for that.
[[OoC: Shower offer was with permission]]