His skin itches. Not quite goosebumps, but a near thing, fine hairs on the back of his neck threatening to stand up. Daniel has never been much for the great outdoors, fatherly manly pursuits of fishing and camping, but he did once go to Yosemite for a Memorial Day, and he sat in a plastic chair for six hours staring out at the view and editing his notes while everyone else hiked up Half Dome like lunatics, and a black bear had walked out of the tree line not six feet away from him.
Any time Armand moves feels a little bit like that. He wonders why the fuck Talamasca is more worried about Louis; maybe it has something to do with murdering the coven in Paris. He supposes DJ Sam has more reason to find that worrying than Armand-Amadeo-Arun's stare, though DJ Sam is wrong.
"What do you like?"
Daniel looks at him. Not art, not the theater. What is it. The scar on his neck weighs more, today. Does Armand like crossword puzzles? Counterstrike all headshots rounds? Origami?
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His skin itches. Not quite goosebumps, but a near thing, fine hairs on the back of his neck threatening to stand up. Daniel has never been much for the great outdoors, fatherly manly pursuits of fishing and camping, but he did once go to Yosemite for a Memorial Day, and he sat in a plastic chair for six hours staring out at the view and editing his notes while everyone else hiked up Half Dome like lunatics, and a black bear had walked out of the tree line not six feet away from him.
Any time Armand moves feels a little bit like that. He wonders why the fuck Talamasca is more worried about Louis; maybe it has something to do with murdering the coven in Paris. He supposes DJ Sam has more reason to find that worrying than Armand-Amadeo-Arun's stare, though DJ Sam is wrong.
"What do you like?"
Daniel looks at him. Not art, not the theater. What is it. The scar on his neck weighs more, today. Does Armand like crossword puzzles? Counterstrike all headshots rounds? Origami?