[ it doesn't surprise him one bit, that he would still be going around under some kind of cover name here. nureyev leans forward, and juno plants his feet a little more firmly on the ground, as if he needs to ground himself. it feels like a secret, here in this room, and he presses his elbows into his knees as he listens. the description is short, sweet, to the point. not nearly as elaborate as rex glass or duke rose. just enough in a place like this. unassuming. ]
Alexander Noble. It could be worse.
[ trying it out in the way he has with all of nureyev's aliases. said with some disbelief and critique because these names are always so weird why do you roll like this you shady fox. never mind. don't answer that. he already knows.
there's a little huff here, a half-laugh that sounds tired, but braced in the familiarity of at least part of the situation. ]
You ever have to hold a cover for more than half a year, Nureyev?
[ he's not using that other weird name. not here. ]
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Alexander Noble. It could be worse.
[ trying it out in the way he has with all of nureyev's aliases. said with some disbelief and critique because these names are always so weird why do you roll like this you shady fox. never mind. don't answer that. he already knows.
there's a little huff here, a half-laugh that sounds tired, but braced in the familiarity of at least part of the situation. ]
You ever have to hold a cover for more than half a year, Nureyev?
[ he's not using that other weird name. not here. ]