[he's quick about his work, just in case someone else decides to sneak down this particular tunnel. slinging the bag onto his shoulder, he leaves most of the contents inside of it, but tugs on the gloves. his hands are unmarred and graceful, with lovely lacquered nails, and they would speak unintentional volumes when his face is hidden by a hood.
and it's that hood that had really sealed the deal when deciding whether to pounce on this opportunity or look for another one. Tek covers as much of his identity with it as he can, hoping that no one important will notice the glassy black glint of his boots whenever the cloak fails to shadow them. he'll walk slowly and carefully, just in case. shuffling seems to be more these people's style anyways.
the final touch is to get rid of his pretty face. it has been quite a while since he has let it go (he's mostly sure) and it's always startlingly uncomfortable when he does. shrugging out of his favorite form, he settles somewhere in the middle, where he is neither of his usual personas. for now, until he understands at least a few of the rules in this new game, he'll leave Tek and Kett on a shelf, and slink along as Tekhet. he's disarmed like this, already feeling exposed and oversensitive, but desperate times call for desperate measures.
it's with that sick-looking, creased face and slighter build that he finally leaves the alleyways to look for a sleepy crowd to creep along with. he'll follow the roads and gather information along the way.]
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and it's that hood that had really sealed the deal when deciding whether to pounce on this opportunity or look for another one. Tek covers as much of his identity with it as he can, hoping that no one important will notice the glassy black glint of his boots whenever the cloak fails to shadow them. he'll walk slowly and carefully, just in case. shuffling seems to be more these people's style anyways.
the final touch is to get rid of his pretty face. it has been quite a while since he has let it go (he's mostly sure) and it's always startlingly uncomfortable when he does. shrugging out of his favorite form, he settles somewhere in the middle, where he is neither of his usual personas. for now, until he understands at least a few of the rules in this new game, he'll leave Tek and Kett on a shelf, and slink along as Tekhet. he's disarmed like this, already feeling exposed and oversensitive, but desperate times call for desperate measures.
it's with that sick-looking, creased face and slighter build that he finally leaves the alleyways to look for a sleepy crowd to creep along with. he'll follow the roads and gather information along the way.]