[There's a swift, sharp knock on Taryon's door, and without waiting for any sort of answer it opens, Astarion gliding in. He carries a bottled drink in one hand, and a medium-sized faux leather kit in the other that contains his sewing and embroidery supplies, but the outside doesn't hint to anything obvious. Cheerfully, he coos:]
Taryon, darling, I'm done and I brought you a gift~
[And as soon as he enters the main room and sees a stranger there, the grin slips from his face and walls are up. A new smile appears on his face, with a decidedly different feel, like a polite cat that hates you're in their space.]
Oh? You have a guest?
[He steps around Johnny toward Taryon, but his eyes never leave him, studying him.]
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Date: 2025-05-29 08:52 pm (UTC)Taryon, darling, I'm done and I brought you a gift~
[And as soon as he enters the main room and sees a stranger there, the grin slips from his face and walls are up. A new smile appears on his face, with a decidedly different feel, like a polite cat that hates you're in their space.]
Oh? You have a guest?
[He steps around Johnny toward Taryon, but his eyes never leave him, studying him.]