[When Dio switches to video, Trip's heart plunges to his stomach and knifes through to lie somewhere between his feet, or so he was very nearly convinced.
But he had made his decision. Treat this like a battle. These things weren't that clear and that fast as to catch every minute change. He couldn't notice if he stopped breathing, not if the mic wasn't pressed close to him.
A cool, slightly narrowed and studious gaze as he composed himself, watching the scene before him (he swallowed hard enough to be audible when he noticed the drink, he won't be sick again at the mere suggestion, will he be?), then, finally, a crooked smile and a toss of his hair. He was determined not to feel a thing and focus solely on the strategy of the conversation, then, putting on airs should be easy. Easier. As long as he kept reminding himself he couldn't give himself away as easily as he would offline.]
Right, it was getting old. Not that you've ever been anything but— ambiguous, Wolf.
I like to think I am.
[He wondered how he'd find an opening to contact either of them mid-conversation, but... also wondered if it was even worth troubling them. Maybe, as long as this conversation stayed on the network and not in person, it would be fine... besides, if this was a battle, then, speaking with Dio without rousing suspcion was a challenge and if it would be sheer foolishness to take him on in a physical fight, he could try to take him on in a nice, distant, battle of wills.]
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But he had made his decision. Treat this like a battle. These things weren't that clear and that fast as to catch every minute change. He couldn't notice if he stopped breathing, not if the mic wasn't pressed close to him.
A cool, slightly narrowed and studious gaze as he composed himself, watching the scene before him (he swallowed hard enough to be audible when he noticed the drink, he won't be sick again at the mere suggestion, will he be?), then, finally, a crooked smile and a toss of his hair. He was determined not to feel a thing and focus solely on the strategy of the conversation, then, putting on airs should be easy. Easier. As long as he kept reminding himself he couldn't give himself away as easily as he would offline.]
Right, it was getting old. Not that you've ever been anything but— ambiguous, Wolf.
I like to think I am.
[He wondered how he'd find an opening to contact either of them mid-conversation, but... also wondered if it was even worth troubling them. Maybe, as long as this conversation stayed on the network and not in person, it would be fine... besides, if this was a battle, then, speaking with Dio without rousing suspcion was a challenge and if it would be sheer foolishness to take him on in a physical fight, he could try to take him on in a nice, distant, battle of wills.]