[ Cloud cranes his head to the source of the source of the intercom. Ah. Standard fare. He says nothing back, just giving a collective hum as he brings the package into both hands. No sense in leaving it tucked under his arm anymore when he'll be handing it over right away. He doesn't expect to be staying for long, so he passes on the chairs in the lobby. And sure enough, backing his way in was the right guy to take this shipment! ]
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[ His voice slowly registers first. But it's when Suzaku turns around that everything comes rushing back to him. The taste of blood in his mouth. The throbbing sensation in his head as Sanguis bled violent thoughts into his conscience. What was meant to be an intense yet well-meant attempt to channel the man's anger towards him, grew out of hand in a big way. That part was Cloud's fault. Two Sanguis in the same area, with an outside factor for the blond, made everything extremely volatile. The only thing that tempers the end result of their brawl is the fact that once the crimson moon waned, he could think more clearly.
It's a mess. An outright frustrating mess. And he's equally as guarded once the look of tempered shock ebbs away. His grip on the box tenses, but nothing to suggest he's about to go crunching the cardboard. Instead of his ears darting up, it's the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end despite his own neutral stance.
Suzaku Kururugi. ]
Hey.
[ 'Sup. ... He's here on professional business. Cloud has to remind himself to keep it that way, even if he has no idea how Suzaku would react. Realizing he forgot how to breath, he lets out a terse huff through his nose as he wills the tension in his shoulders to settle. The muscles in his arms loosen up as well; good luck doing any of this during Sanguis. He resists the urge to make with small talk, or making an offhand remark like "oh. so you work here." ]
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[ His voice slowly registers first. But it's when Suzaku turns around that everything comes rushing back to him. The taste of blood in his mouth. The throbbing sensation in his head as Sanguis bled violent thoughts into his conscience. What was meant to be an intense yet well-meant attempt to channel the man's anger towards him, grew out of hand in a big way. That part was Cloud's fault. Two Sanguis in the same area, with an outside factor for the blond, made everything extremely volatile. The only thing that tempers the end result of their brawl is the fact that once the crimson moon waned, he could think more clearly.
It's a mess. An outright frustrating mess. And he's equally as guarded once the look of tempered shock ebbs away. His grip on the box tenses, but nothing to suggest he's about to go crunching the cardboard. Instead of his ears darting up, it's the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end despite his own neutral stance.
Suzaku Kururugi. ]
Hey.
[ 'Sup. ... He's here on professional business. Cloud has to remind himself to keep it that way, even if he has no idea how Suzaku would react. Realizing he forgot how to breath, he lets out a terse huff through his nose as he wills the tension in his shoulders to settle. The muscles in his arms loosen up as well; good luck doing any of this during Sanguis. He resists the urge to make with small talk, or making an offhand remark like "oh. so you work here." ]
I've got CRP's spare parts order here.