Dusk tilted his head to the left, and then to the right. Getting a few cracks in there, he shifted it from one side to the other, in a repeated fashion, until he felt that he was done. He had absolutely no problem with not being in the action for however long, but he knew he couldn't let his body stiff up, in case his time came. Hands pocketed, and body mysteriously shrouded by his coat, the silent man didn't have what seemed to be a thought in his mind. How he could maintain such a firm, unswayed posture, would bewilder most. It was almost as if he were a robot, unable to accomplish practically anything other than what he was constructed for. And finally, when it looked actually possible that nothing could unbalance his perfect stature, his eyes narrowed in caution. "..." Remaining his soundless self, Dusk switched the direction of his look multiple times, before, albeit, returning to the same phase he was in, before his little scene. "Tiara... before I go out and say, it's a pleasure to meet you, I'd like to know something. You know, considering the chance that it isn't..." Keeping up his average, unchallenged pace, the man questioned, "Where, exactly, does your loyalty lie? ...are you with the Syndicate? Or perhaps..."
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