A frown flickers over Verso's face before he shutters it, expression smoothing out once more. Verso doesn't believe him; fair enough. Neither of them really believe each other, which isn't the best possible foundation for new teammates, let along a potential friendship, but things change. Maybe, as they get to know one another, the wariness and uncertainty will fade. Maybe they'll both stop thinking they each know the right thing to do, and start listening to each other instead.
Maybe, maybe.
But Verso gives that charming little laugh, brief and self-effacing, and introduces himself all over again, and he is charming, if also an unknown element. "I find it hard to believe there's anything simple or straight-forward about you."
It's amused, not an accusation, and Gustave sits up to take his turn, gesturing toward his own chest. "Gustave. An engineer before I was an expeditioner. Two sisters, one of which you know; three apprentices back in Lumiรจre."
He shakes his head right back, eyebrows lifting, wry. "32 years old, and not immortal, it turns out. Not that I was expecting to be."
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Maybe, maybe.
But Verso gives that charming little laugh, brief and self-effacing, and introduces himself all over again, and he is charming, if also an unknown element. "I find it hard to believe there's anything simple or straight-forward about you."
It's amused, not an accusation, and Gustave sits up to take his turn, gesturing toward his own chest. "Gustave. An engineer before I was an expeditioner. Two sisters, one of which you know; three apprentices back in Lumiรจre."
He shakes his head right back, eyebrows lifting, wry. "32 years old, and not immortal, it turns out. Not that I was expecting to be."