[And as promised, Zemo waits for him -- when you're a baron, you can certainly make a deal or two for the best, most private table and he did as much. There's... a spark of excitement on his end too.
He hasn't felt that in a while and it almost feels... pleasant.
He's lived quite like a dead man waiting for peace, but since life seems to rather him be alive... maybe it's time for a different approach.
Brunch with someone who makes him actually want to smile upon seeing him? Sounds like quite a start.
He looks good too, Zemo notes. And smells nice when he's near enough.]
[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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He hasn't felt that in a while and it almost feels... pleasant.
He's lived quite like a dead man waiting for peace, but since life seems to rather him be alive... maybe it's time for a different approach.
Brunch with someone who makes him actually want to smile upon seeing him? Sounds like quite a start.
He looks good too, Zemo notes. And smells nice when he's near enough.]
I'm glad you could make it.
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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.]