[For a half moment, Rufus’ eyes resemble ice, as cold as their color.]
Of course I will.
[Until the uptick of his mouth slides his confidence back into the usual well-worn grooves.
He moves to pour himself another drink. Whiskey, with a dark label and gold calligraphy scrawled across it. It’s scotch that most would never even see in their lifetimes, shimmering into a small glass as it fills.]
...I don’t know what you’ve heard, and I’m sure the rumors run the gamut. But I’ll make one thing clear: I don’t ride on my father’s coattails. Just because I’m flesh and blood doesn’t mean that my ambitions are exactly aligned to his.
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Of course I will.
[Until the uptick of his mouth slides his confidence back into the usual well-worn grooves.
He moves to pour himself another drink. Whiskey, with a dark label and gold calligraphy scrawled across it. It’s scotch that most would never even see in their lifetimes, shimmering into a small glass as it fills.]
...I don’t know what you’ve heard, and I’m sure the rumors run the gamut. But I’ll make one thing clear: I don’t ride on my father’s coattails. Just because I’m flesh and blood doesn’t mean that my ambitions are exactly aligned to his.