[As a rule, Stoneface doesn't let his boys smoke on duty. As a rule, this particular rule isn't one that he's letting apply to him right now, standing outside the Hatchery and puffing on a cigar. The Guard beside him is nervously staring forwards, doubtlessly waiting for the shift to end; being on shift with the older man isn't a punishment that any of the Guards deserve right now.
Truth be told, Stoneface doesn't want to meet up with Juliet, doesn't want to hear the myriad of explanations and excuses that may come with it, doesn't want to see any of the people who were in the elevator with him. Despite this, he doesn't feel as if he has much of a choice in the matter. Juliet strikes him as a rumbling kettle, ready to explode in an ear-shattering whistle at any moment. It's practically his responsibility to hear the man out so he doesn't take out his anger by slapping other people instead of himself.
So Stoneface stares listlessly up into the darkening sky, wishing, not for the last time, that he could be underneath the naked sky instead of the Sphere, and he waits.]
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Truth be told, Stoneface doesn't want to meet up with Juliet, doesn't want to hear the myriad of explanations and excuses that may come with it, doesn't want to see any of the people who were in the elevator with him. Despite this, he doesn't feel as if he has much of a choice in the matter. Juliet strikes him as a rumbling kettle, ready to explode in an ear-shattering whistle at any moment. It's practically his responsibility to hear the man out so he doesn't take out his anger by slapping other people instead of himself.
So Stoneface stares listlessly up into the darkening sky, wishing, not for the last time, that he could be underneath the naked sky instead of the Sphere, and he waits.]