[ when he's like this, few expressions filter onto khun's face—they don't generally have a space for when he's making calculation after calculation, weighing the odds cleanly in his mind. here though, when he sees the man with red scarf and sunglasses, something almost slips through. (he had known tatara was in costume that night, but seeing that man in front of him after the rest of what happened that evening—well he's glad for his poker face.)
he manages a small smile, a touch droll, and lets himself get dragged over. he's not sure if he's supposed to speak given where they are, so he opts for a belated wave in greeting instead. ]
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he manages a small smile, a touch droll, and lets himself get dragged over. he's not sure if he's supposed to speak given where they are, so he opts for a belated wave in greeting instead. ]