[ Part of her wondered if he realized how dangerous that smile was. He didn't seem to. Curious, she thought, tracing the lines on his face with her eyes, noting the hollows where dark circles lay and a scar that was still healing along his neck. His clothes, too, seemed worn, as though he'd —
His clothes. His uniform. A cold sort of dread washed over Clea, and she inhaled sharply at the sight of 33 clearly emblazoned on his arm. This was an Expeditioner, one who had been traveling with Maelle.
She really needed that second shot. Clea was quick to follow his lead, hoping this brief, shared moment would be enough to cover that reaction from before. ] Aren't we meant to have something with these? [ While he claimed the gold had been better, Clea's expression was still pinched, the taste lingering unpleasantly. She grabbed the shot glass with the red liquid next, not waiting for Gustave before downing that one, too. ]
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His clothes. His uniform. A cold sort of dread washed over Clea, and she inhaled sharply at the sight of 33 clearly emblazoned on his arm. This was an Expeditioner, one who had been traveling with Maelle.
She really needed that second shot. Clea was quick to follow his lead, hoping this brief, shared moment would be enough to cover that reaction from before. ] Aren't we meant to have something with these? [ While he claimed the gold had been better, Clea's expression was still pinched, the taste lingering unpleasantly. She grabbed the shot glass with the red liquid next, not waiting for Gustave before downing that one, too. ]