[ The instant he walks out of the tent is somehow even more confusing than being inside. If Sunday had been hoping for a moment to process being here, his surroundings, anything else - he doesn't get it when one man greets him and there's barely enough time to bow his head slightly in greeting before the other immediate goes into a sales spiel. The sort of which Sunday recognizes from having sat through many over the years aimed at getting his attention... right down to the flattery which it begins with as a tactic.
He keeps his face set to a carefully neutral level of interest and clasps his hands behind his back as he listens while a much larger part of his mind is figuring out how to get out of this. Unfortunately, between what's said and a quick glance at their surroundings he comes to the conclusion there is no avoiding this. And even more unfortunately than that (though that will be a discovery for sometime much later): what's being said makes a rather large amount of sense to the point where Sunday can feel it swaying him.
Just as that thought crosses his mind Sunday glances to the new companion in question he's been grouped with to find they've had the same idea of seeing what each other is thinking. A quick appraisal is in order beginning with visually and then to reach further with the Harmony's powers he's glad to find have not deserted him for what he can sense. Everything points to sincerity and which causes him to relax just a fraction. Not that it's detectable. ]
I have no objections to such a thing if you don't, Mr. - [ a beat - ] Yom Crook.
[ Yom Crook, of course, has none as he says he'd be very amenable to anything which might help them. That's his only goal, after all! And if Sunday had not looked back to who proposed accepting this partnership, perhaps he would've noticed Yom Crook immediately turning to the selection of higher priced vehicles. Instead Sunday's offering a polite smile to make up for the lack of proper greeting before. ]
How fortunate for us, then. What sort of vehicle were you considering?
[ That cursory look around suggested there's nothing quite like he's used to seeing around Penacony, so this question might be to aid himself just as much. ]
no subject
He keeps his face set to a carefully neutral level of interest and clasps his hands behind his back as he listens while a much larger part of his mind is figuring out how to get out of this. Unfortunately, between what's said and a quick glance at their surroundings he comes to the conclusion there is no avoiding this. And even more unfortunately than that (though that will be a discovery for sometime much later): what's being said makes a rather large amount of sense to the point where Sunday can feel it swaying him.
Just as that thought crosses his mind Sunday glances to the new companion in question he's been grouped with to find they've had the same idea of seeing what each other is thinking. A quick appraisal is in order beginning with visually and then to reach further with the Harmony's powers he's glad to find have not deserted him for what he can sense. Everything points to sincerity and which causes him to relax just a fraction. Not that it's detectable. ]
I have no objections to such a thing if you don't, Mr. - [ a beat - ] Yom Crook.
[ Yom Crook, of course, has none as he says he'd be very amenable to anything which might help them. That's his only goal, after all! And if Sunday had not looked back to who proposed accepting this partnership, perhaps he would've noticed Yom Crook immediately turning to the selection of higher priced vehicles. Instead Sunday's offering a polite smile to make up for the lack of proper greeting before. ]
How fortunate for us, then. What sort of vehicle were you considering?
[ That cursory look around suggested there's nothing quite like he's used to seeing around Penacony, so this question might be to aid himself just as much. ]