And the guest had arrived. All at once, Yaksha felt it, as an electrical shock that ran through his entire body; he could feel hairs standing on end, even hairs that were under the skin
somehow. He paused in his act of nervously buttoning and unbuttoning, staring uncomprehending for a moment. How long had he been moving on autopilot there, hoping the deadline wouldn't be missed? How much of his productive day had been dissolved by a ritual that was absolutely pointless?
He shuddered, mentally clamping down on his own hands, and rising from the seat he was in. His fingers felt numb, almost chafed; likely from the effects of manipulating a piece of plastic for so long without rest. The pressure-sensing receptors there were simply too depleted, and were speaking their discontent with this state of affairs straight to his hindbrain. He shook them, walking towards the door, and opening it slowly, with hands that felt like they belonged to someone else. He paused by the doorway, staring into a full-length mirror he'd had installed there, and winking at himself, ever so slowly. His reflection winked back, causing him to faintly exhale in relief. He still looked like himself, he was pretty sure.
He moved with fluid, languid purpose, trying to flex each and every muscle as much as possible. It gave an impression of almost gangly clumsiness much of the trip, while he tried to get used to the body and its reactions once more. But by the time he'd reached the floor that Solas was waiting on, he looked almost like a well-oiled machine, not a single bit of wasted muscle movement as he approached, bowing his head slowly, and speaking in a faint, hushed tone.
He wore a smoking jacket over a buttoned undershirt, his tone polite, without much expression whatsoever. It was the sort of voice one expected to hear from a well-trained butler, showing little real emotion besides obsequiousness; an almost grating sense of familiarity and obedience, as if they knew what your will was even before you expressed it."Thank you for coming, Lady Solas. I realize this is a very big request being made of you. If you'd join me in the Suite, we can start the discussions. I've prepared a sizable portion of colcannon, and am boiling beef as we speak. If we're being quite honest, Irish cuisine is one I have little experience in, but all the same I thought a taste of home would be most welcomed at a time like this. If it's not to your liking, I could easily find another meal to prepare."
He began to backtrack without ever actually looking behind himself, turning at an odd angle as soon as he had oriented himself with the stairs, and then gesturing for her to walk up them."You have my full cooperation as we discuss these matters, Lady Solas. I ask only that you respect my wishes, and offer me the opportunity to explain myself effectively before rushing to your judgment. The matters being discussed today are very sensitive."
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