"Hot air? Basch, you wound me deeply," he drawled, rolling his eyes with a slight smirk that he never lost. Not unless something serious was happening. "I'll behave as perfectly as ever. I'm no Giza Nomad, I know social graces. Perhaps better than you, Judge Gabranth."
That said, he stood, passing Basch with a smooth hand through the ex-traitor's cropped hair, and he grasped the voice modulating device. Clicking a button, he rested against the doorway. "All aboard. I'll take off without you, otherwise. This means you, Fran." His tone was playful and he set the device back swiftly, returning to his seat.
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Date: 2009-10-14 06:07 pm (UTC)That said, he stood, passing Basch with a smooth hand through the ex-traitor's cropped hair, and he grasped the voice modulating device. Clicking a button, he rested against the doorway. "All aboard. I'll take off without you, otherwise. This means you, Fran." His tone was playful and he set the device back swiftly, returning to his seat.