[Someone was practiced, might even be on par with a number of the spoiled doves he once knew. Well, more classy at the very least, and heavily inked than them. Or at least, again, some of them. Billy does mark the tat down in his mind as something of note and interest in the future, but otherwise keeps his eyes from wandering too much.
As much as Goromi might be swaying.
His eyes glance over his shoulders once more towards the crowd below the stairs, then towards those above it. He is still a guard, and is still naturally high strung, even for as young as he looks.]
Coke's fine if ya got it. If not, water.
[In the can or bottle he wants to add. Drinking on the job, even if its encouraged, was still a no in his book. Just being in the room heightened his overall nervousness and feeling like he was shirking his duty here. Like he'd be abandoning a friend in need all over again.
Just relax, and have fun, he told himself- bluish-grey eyes fixed themselves back on Goromi, smile never leaving his lips and not betraying his thoughts.]
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As much as Goromi might be swaying.
His eyes glance over his shoulders once more towards the crowd below the stairs, then towards those above it. He is still a guard, and is still naturally high strung, even for as young as he looks.]
Coke's fine if ya got it. If not, water.
[In the can or bottle he wants to add. Drinking on the job, even if its encouraged, was still a no in his book. Just being in the room heightened his overall nervousness and feeling like he was shirking his duty here. Like he'd be abandoning a friend in need all over again.
Just relax, and have fun, he told himself- bluish-grey eyes fixed themselves back on Goromi, smile never leaving his lips and not betraying his thoughts.]