Chosen to come as himself, as Reynard - though even here he thought he'd insist on Reed, for the sake of feeling familiarity, because he was not doing any of this in the rift. Where the walls could very well have been alive. Actually, truly, alive, with youma and spies and the like.
He'd spent too long making it. Surviving on his own merit. To damn himself by stating something just a little too out of place in a place where others could possibly overhear. Even if the office as a whole was bugged, it was still better than having a General King or Queen waltz in and take off his head for....for something..for a reason?
He couldn't come up with a transgression, but he'd known enough in his time that were fickle for needing reasons to see one, even if it didn't exist as such. So Reed had shown up, had waited patiently, tiredly. Entered when addressed as such. Was surprised to be greeted by someone with dusk rose colored hair - and it was the genteelness of their smile that surprised him - not the color. The color was only notable because he liked it. Like cherry blossoms, or spring. Made him think maybe this wouldn't be such a hard thing to do. To see a person and then speak to them...
"I'm Reed Michaels, its a pleasure. If I may, before this all starts? I'd like some assurances...or..no...What I mean to say, is that I'd like to know how this works?" perfunctual formalities, but he had things he wanted to know before he was asked to sit by the other. Subconsciously understood he was looking for ways out before he'd so much as set a foot properly in. Though the knowledge did little to halt the attempt at it.
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