[ tobari doesn't trust anyone until they've earned it—and his disdain for rich people runs that much deeper. he knows that he's been allowed into this space because he's rafayel's +1... but if any of them knew anything about his background, his work, or his passions, they'd just scoff. or worse, they'd offer condescending platitudes about his good heart without lifting a finger to offer any real help. as far as he's concerned, everyone in this place besides rafayel was an enemy until proven otherwise.
tobari watches rafayel watch the bottle—and then squeezes his hand back. he'll interlace their fingers together even as they walk around. ]
Oh? Maybe I'm just making things up then.
[ an idle statement that doesn't push... though he'll pause when the scale pattern catches his eye. his footsteps stop before he really notices, his brow automatically pinching. he's not sure what the cause of that is... but it's already putting a bad taste in his mouth. ]
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tobari watches rafayel watch the bottle—and then squeezes his hand back. he'll interlace their fingers together even as they walk around. ]
Oh? Maybe I'm just making things up then.
[ an idle statement that doesn't push... though he'll pause when the scale pattern catches his eye. his footsteps stop before he really notices, his brow automatically pinching. he's not sure what the cause of that is... but it's already putting a bad taste in his mouth. ]