( the mystery expeditioner seems to know of him, but provides no name in return, leaving gustave further in the dark. there's a gnawing sense of suspicion, as he is prone to have with others that he is unfamiliar with, but this place has taught him, in the few days he's been here, that people can be kind.
still, this in specific is shrouded with something that feels much darker, much more relevant to... himself.
so, gustave goes along with this not-quite-stranger back to his room, in silence, trying to assess him more so than anything. he sits on a chair, watches the glow of a candle on the table, before pushing his eyes towards the man, the amber glow making it difficult to make his shape out. )
no subject
still, this in specific is shrouded with something that feels much darker, much more relevant to... himself.
so, gustave goes along with this not-quite-stranger back to his room, in silence, trying to assess him more so than anything. he sits on a chair, watches the glow of a candle on the table, before pushing his eyes towards the man, the amber glow making it difficult to make his shape out. )
So... you know me?