Loud music had been coming from the apartment behind the door - French opera, it seemed. It abruptly cut off after Hakuba knocked, followed quickly by Zechs opening the door.
The man was also wearing a poker face. His hair was immaculate, his clothes were clean and pristine, and his face was utterly calm. The only way one could tell he had not slept the night before was the dark circles beneath his eyes. Just as the only way one could tell he had been drinking heavily since the same night was the slight scent of whiskey around him.
"Detective. Do come in," Zechs said, his voice stiff and formal.
The apartment was completely clean, almost obsessively so. There was no sign of the bourbon he'd obviously been drinking.
no subject
The man was also wearing a poker face. His hair was immaculate, his clothes were clean and pristine, and his face was utterly calm. The only way one could tell he had not slept the night before was the dark circles beneath his eyes. Just as the only way one could tell he had been drinking heavily since the same night was the slight scent of whiskey around him.
"Detective. Do come in," Zechs said, his voice stiff and formal.
The apartment was completely clean, almost obsessively so. There was no sign of the bourbon he'd obviously been drinking.