( ah, but he can always rely on abel to make just enough of a ruckus that it's impossible to miss his arrival if paying even a modicum of attention. the brief hubbub at the doorway to the tavern is enough to cause makoto to look up from what he was doing — he has a small leather-bound journal in one hand and a pen in the other, and he seems to have either been reviewing old notes or jotting down new ones. as it is, he closes the book and stows it and the pen away within an interior pocket of his coat, pale gaze tracking ever-so-slightly halting approach of the priest.
that gaze slowly switches to the outstretched hand, then up to abel's face. he feels as though he can read some entreaty there, but... yes, he is being a bit more guarded today than he has been in their previous meetings, isn't he? well, it's probably for the better. he would be more disturbed if he was acting as though nothing at all had happened.
he reaches out to give the man's hand a firm shake, then dropping it and sweeping out into a gesture toward the seat opposite him. )
Please, Abel, take a seat.
( his mouth forms a somewhat grim smile, perhaps colored that way by the thought of that last "meeting" that they had had, over the broken remains of estinien's corpse and below the roiling mass of wings that was that entity of the Innocent.
yes, he is doing much better than he had been doing then, though that was very likely not the preferred outcome of most of abel's compatriots. )
I'm glad to see that you're none too worse for wear either.
( he takes glances toward the bar, signalling for its tender that they would be ready to order soon. )
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that gaze slowly switches to the outstretched hand, then up to abel's face. he feels as though he can read some entreaty there, but... yes, he is being a bit more guarded today than he has been in their previous meetings, isn't he? well, it's probably for the better. he would be more disturbed if he was acting as though nothing at all had happened.
he reaches out to give the man's hand a firm shake, then dropping it and sweeping out into a gesture toward the seat opposite him. )
Please, Abel, take a seat.
( his mouth forms a somewhat grim smile, perhaps colored that way by the thought of that last "meeting" that they had had, over the broken remains of estinien's corpse and below the roiling mass of wings that was that entity of the Innocent.
yes, he is doing much better than he had been doing then, though that was very likely not the preferred outcome of most of abel's compatriots. )
I'm glad to see that you're none too worse for wear either.
( he takes glances toward the bar, signalling for its tender that they would be ready to order soon. )