[ rideaux glances down at the signature, and wonders if that's truly this man's full name. he doesn't like being associated with his family name himself, and avoids giving it out for the most part, but he still uses it on official documents and contracts. but whatever, this is a fairly casual agreement, so he'll let it go.
he folds the paper neatly in half and slips it under the vial on the table. ]
I'll be in touch once I have some results to report, then.
[ the "please show yourself out" is assumed to be understood. ]
[And here Raven was ready to curl up on Rideaux's couch and take a nap. ...Except not really, since the frosty reception makes him eager to get going now they don't have anything more to discuss.
He gets to his feet.]
Right. And I'll let ya know as soon as I can pin down a bodhi blastia. [He turns, then, and is halfway to the door when he figures he should check...] Ya gonna be all right getting everything together?
[What with the leg injury and all. He doesn't look like he has anyone on hand to just help him out with things, either.]
[ that's accurate; since ivar didn't follow him here, he hasn't had anyone around to help him with anything since he arrived. as annoying as it is having to do menial tasks himself, though, it's hardly as if he doesn't know how to fend for himself. ]
I appreciate the concern, but I'll manage.
[ having your subordinates do things for you on your orders is one thing, but relying on someone else to help you when they aren't contractually obligated to do so shifts the balance of power, and is somehow humiliating instead of empowering. ]
Do tell me if something starts to feel different than usual in the meantime.
Sure thing. [He won't push the matter any further. No point denting the guy's pride more than it already has been, especially when he does seem to be able to get around to an extent.]
See ya around then, buddy.
[He gives a lazy wave, and leaves. Aren't you so excited to be this loser's best buddy and pal?]
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[ rideaux glances down at the signature, and wonders if that's truly this man's full name. he doesn't like being associated with his family name himself, and avoids giving it out for the most part, but he still uses it on official documents and contracts. but whatever, this is a fairly casual agreement, so he'll let it go.
he folds the paper neatly in half and slips it under the vial on the table. ]
I'll be in touch once I have some results to report, then.
[ the "please show yourself out" is assumed to be understood. ]
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He gets to his feet.]
Right. And I'll let ya know as soon as I can pin down a bodhi blastia. [He turns, then, and is halfway to the door when he figures he should check...] Ya gonna be all right getting everything together?
[What with the leg injury and all. He doesn't look like he has anyone on hand to just help him out with things, either.]
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I appreciate the concern, but I'll manage.
[ having your subordinates do things for you on your orders is one thing, but relying on someone else to help you when they aren't contractually obligated to do so shifts the balance of power, and is somehow humiliating instead of empowering. ]
Do tell me if something starts to feel different than usual in the meantime.
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See ya around then, buddy.
[He gives a lazy wave, and leaves. Aren't you so excited to be this loser's best buddy and pal?]