[More than the idle rumors on the streets and any information he'd picked up on a whim by browsing the network, Kurapika was learning from the behaviors of the people here. Now, too, as the owner steps closer and threatens his comfort with a presence that's practically suffocating. It's difficult to ignore the monstrous changes his body must have gone through, and from the way he holds himself, he's certain that hiding it wasn't a goal from the start.
It's an impressive. Kurapika's confidence wasn't something that wavered in the face even of the most notorious band of thieves, but here, before this man and without his nen, he's on edge. He's too close and he doesn't like the tone in those words, but that's exactly what he's looking for.
His mind is racing and composure is something he has to consciously keep, but he manages well. His skin was terribly pale to begin with, thanks to his own changes, so that wasn't giving anything away, and his eyes were always fierce to begin with. The most he had to stay conscious of was that he didn't get too emotionally excited in any way over these words, actions or his own thoughts. If his eyes turned scarlet at all while he was playing this part, it would ruin any illusion. A connection could be made.
One hand rises, swiping a bit of his own hair from his eyes. A name.... Yes, he'd thought of that on the way here.]
Justine.
[There's a pause long enough to let that set in, but not long enough to seem like he's expectant over it.] I'm not the type who thinks I can serve myself with this job without giving anything in return. Loyalty won't be an issue.
[Those are just words, he knows, but he's well acquainted with taking the steps to prove it, as well. He's still talking, it seems, enough that his fangs show between words.] I won't be needing room and board. What I came here for can be taken from the work itself. I believe we can help each other, though I've no way to prove it until I'm given a chance.
[His stiff posture finally breaks as his hand shifts to hold up between them, fingers splayed and aimed at Greed's chest like he's not against shoving his potential-future-employer away from him by the chest. He's not really sure that this is the best move, but in this case, it's his emotions moving him, flaring up in small ways to avoid a total outburst.] But don't mistake loyalty for subservience. I won't hesitate to speak my mind.
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It's an impressive. Kurapika's confidence wasn't something that wavered in the face even of the most notorious band of thieves, but here, before this man and without his nen, he's on edge. He's too close and he doesn't like the tone in those words, but that's exactly what he's looking for.
His mind is racing and composure is something he has to consciously keep, but he manages well. His skin was terribly pale to begin with, thanks to his own changes, so that wasn't giving anything away, and his eyes were always fierce to begin with. The most he had to stay conscious of was that he didn't get too emotionally excited in any way over these words, actions or his own thoughts. If his eyes turned scarlet at all while he was playing this part, it would ruin any illusion. A connection could be made.
One hand rises, swiping a bit of his own hair from his eyes. A name.... Yes, he'd thought of that on the way here.]
Justine.
[There's a pause long enough to let that set in, but not long enough to seem like he's expectant over it.] I'm not the type who thinks I can serve myself with this job without giving anything in return. Loyalty won't be an issue.
[Those are just words, he knows, but he's well acquainted with taking the steps to prove it, as well. He's still talking, it seems, enough that his fangs show between words.] I won't be needing room and board. What I came here for can be taken from the work itself. I believe we can help each other, though I've no way to prove it until I'm given a chance.
[His stiff posture finally breaks as his hand shifts to hold up between them, fingers splayed and aimed at Greed's chest like he's not against shoving his potential-future-employer away from him by the chest. He's not really sure that this is the best move, but in this case, it's his emotions moving him, flaring up in small ways to avoid a total outburst.] But don't mistake loyalty for subservience. I won't hesitate to speak my mind.