I mean, only if you're offering. [ Hunk takes a step inside the room after she enters, letting the door close behind them. Now this was a Baiken he could work with. Smoking a pipe, feet up on the table... much better than being held at swordpoint. The sweet smell of the pipe is a welcome change from the smell of firefights and explosions, too. ]
But I can talk about myself first... [ Hunk follows suit, sitting on the other side of the table, reclining as his arms spread over the headrests near him. His feet do not go on the table, but he visibly relaxes his joints. After a moment he smiles, and shrugs his shoulders. ] ...if that makes you more comfortable? [ He seems more than comfortable enough. ]
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But I can talk about myself first... [ Hunk follows suit, sitting on the other side of the table, reclining as his arms spread over the headrests near him. His feet do not go on the table, but he visibly relaxes his joints. After a moment he smiles, and shrugs his shoulders. ] ...if that makes you more comfortable? [ He seems more than comfortable enough. ]