[Is he... nervous? Possibly. Just a smidgen. But Mobius doesn't show it. He takes that energy and puts it into his step, making it a bit springier than usual. Everything should even out by the time he makes his approach.
That smile sure is infectious though, and he finds himself back at square one before he's even seated. Equal parts nerves and excitement rolled into one.]
Me too. Hi. Hope I didn't keep ya too long.
[He does not go for a handshake because that would be utterly humiliating and this has nothing to do with work. Instead he takes a seat at the table after awkwardly standing a bit too long. Scooting himself in close, he glances around at their incredibly private accommodations. Unable to hide just how impressed he is.]
Swanky. You know you didn't hafta go all out like this.
[He says that, but that doesn't mean he's not appreciative.]
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That smile sure is infectious though, and he finds himself back at square one before he's even seated. Equal parts nerves and excitement rolled into one.]
Me too. Hi. Hope I didn't keep ya too long.
[He does not go for a handshake because that would be utterly humiliating and this has nothing to do with work. Instead he takes a seat at the table after awkwardly standing a bit too long. Scooting himself in close, he glances around at their incredibly private accommodations. Unable to hide just how impressed he is.]
Swanky. You know you didn't hafta go all out like this.
[He says that, but that doesn't mean he's not appreciative.]