Medium · Composure ≥ 4
He has the upright bearing of a king's headsman, waiting to carry out the crown's sentence.
Motorics
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525 · Voice lines
He has the upright bearing of a king's headsman, waiting to carry out the crown's sentence.
There won't be any preamble chit-chat this time. Get to the point.
This is a gruff man who's been ridiculed too many times to feel comfortable talking about what's dearest to his heart. It's in his shoulders, his face, his... everything.
That is a look of a man who knows he'll be looking over his shoulder for the rest of his life.
You hear that? He thinks you're very close...
He usually looks you straight in the eye. A little something just crumbled there.
He is incredibly pleased with himself right now.
As you leave, you notice his usual rooster-like swaying posture has changed, slowed down. Like clockwork unwinding.
Only his tightly closed lips betray the effort keeping silent takes him.
His posture changes, the swaying rooster motion stops for a second. Then he gets it going again. Reorienting himself.
He's not alarmed by the sudden appearance of a witness. But he is surprised.
He tries to make it sound real casual -- but the muscles on his neck tighten.
You inexplicably add "cool" after the victim's name -- with your eyes bulging like some wild beast. Your fingers are fidgeting and sweat starts forming on your brow as Titus looks at you oddly.
You inexplicably add "cool" after the victim's name -- but no one notices. Your spine is too damn straight. None of these people would ever suspect you've met her.
His expression makes it clear: this is childish and irresponsible behaviour.
What? No! Then it'll just be on your pants. This is a disaster. You'll never get the smell out.
Some secrets are better left uncovered. Don't even try, seriously.
Now you're just flicking that shit everywhere! This is a disaster. You'll never get the smell out.