- Muerte slowly looked up at the mutantblood, his eye harsh and doubtful as Byakko extended a hand. This was a test in a way, he knew it was. The problem was what the right answer was; did he accept the offered hand in a rare show of camaraderie? Did he stand on his own and prove he could handle his own resolve? Byakko said he'd shown enough of that for one night, but he was having trouble distinguishing this as an actual victory.
"Just how we turn the pages." He murmured after a moment, his expression twisting around as his mind picked at the edges of the words. How trite. "You'd be right in your assumptions, at the very least. My laboratory has, dare I say, the best equipment middle-of-nowhere-swampland can buy." His nose tipped up in a snooty flourish. His eye glanced at the hand again, and then away, and then at the hand again.
Surprisingly, he did accept it the hand. He decided in the end that it was better to show himself off as a good sport; if he wanted to establish connections, Aprife said becoming approachable and willing to work with others was tantamount.
Easier said than done. But he was slowly making progress.
Slowly.
Maybe.
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