Sacris Solemniis

[collector]

[Teapot before him, a plate of pastries beside it, Braxiatel sits at the kitchen table with Strindberg's Ett drömspel open in front of him. Braxiatel stirs sugar into his tea, and a faint smile crosses his face as his eyes flicker to something in the seat to his left.]

[He leans forwards and pours a second cup of tea, then lifts it up to hand it over, the smile widening.] I don't know what you mean by 'ulterior motives,' Comman—

[Braxiatel's fingers tighten on the cup before he can let it go. For a moment, it hangs there, hoping for a hand that cannot take it.]

Ah.

[It is a quiet realization.]

[Braxiatel sets the cup down, away from him. He leans back in his chair and picks up a scone to eat.]

Comments

[collector]

It's only to assure them of your own integrity.

[insynch.livejournal.com]

True... [He scritches at his cheek.] I'll keep my eyes out for a meeting while I work on a sign to put in the kitchen. That way everyone will see it, I think.

[Yes, he is willing to put himself under scrutiny. Daisuke has a lot to hide, but he'd rather help people than hinder them. And anyway, Satoshi would troll him relentlessly if he didn't do it.

He sips more of his tea. It's surprisingly delicious for Daisuke not having put any cream or sugar in it.]

[collector]

Don't hesitate to try the pastries, by the way.

[insynch.livejournal.com]

... Won't it taste weird with the chow mein?

[collector]

You'd be surprised at some of the combinations.

[Or Brax has occasionally disgusting taste in food. Blame all the fancy stuff he has to eat.]

[insynch.livejournal.com]

I don't know if it works like that...

[He laughs a little and works on his noodles.]