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This man isn't just high. He's on a dirigible coasting stratospheric over the Noscorrentes Sea.

Oh yeah. He's catastrophically high.

If Ramses is high, this guy's on a zeppelin coasting over the Noscorrentes Sea.

He tries to conceal a grin, and fails.

The jovial words are accompanied by a shaky voice as if from some kind of wounded animal.

Mathematical and yet crude, the lines display a profoundly un-sober competence.

Struck a nerve there.

He's mostly making it up.

He truly does not.

Microscopic waves of warmth radiate out from him.

Too quick. Practiced.

He shakes his head slightly, as if having forgotten the concept of business matters entirely.

He masks it very well.

A look of vague terror spreads across his face.

He smooths back his hair, temporarily revealing the creaselines of stress beneath.

Unsmiling and unblinking, the man in front of you has sunk into what looks to be deep contemplation. That, or...

Curious, not surprised.

He wants you to be gone when he opens them again.

Certain lies are so brazen they offend on professional grounds.

A lump that immediately recedes into the background wherever he stands.

He's lost far pricier things in terms of market value but this one makes the very marrow of his bones ache with worry.

Underneath the cold and calculated exterior, rage boils.

A man with the demeanour of a goalkeeper whose team has fled the pitch.

Behind the white blue of his eyes, a rapid recalibration is occurring.

Hmmmmmmmm. Does this guy fuck or not? An impenetrable mystery.

Not some kind of bluff. Genuine.

A light glows beneath the pale ice of his eyes.

The man's pale blue eyes have drifted somewhere beyond you.

He's tense around the shoulders. Twitchy at the edges.

All serenity liquidated. Animal terror.

As cold as you've ever felt her.

The first time she's reckoned with another person turning against her. The real her.

Tears tremble on the edges of her eyes.

Slightly self-conscious all of a sudden.

The management's changed, but the artist's still on tour.

Genuine. You've intrigued a famous person.

Adorable stifling. More of this.

Plastic surgery for the soul.

She loved every moment.

Like an unfavourable omen.

Aimed for nonchalance, flew wide of the mark.

For some reason, she's uncomfortable talking about this.

She recognised it immediately. This is no bootleg.

Light blooms behind her pupils.

Not fading. Shimmering.

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