[Voice to Yoite | Encrypted 100% ]

[pocketfulofsouls]

I do apologize for having you sit on your hands for so long. What you must think of me...

I think I'm about ready to put you to some work, though, if you're up for a bit of a challenge.

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[maleit]

[ Yoite's lips purse at the tone before he answers, but he doesn't let any of his agitation or wariness show. ]

[ Well, much. His answer is still short and blunt and to the point. ]

What do you want?

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[pocketfulofsouls]

[ Oh Yoite. So charming you are. ]

Perception.

[ Yes, he is doing this on purpose. ]

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[maleit]

[ It's almost instinctual for Yoite to just wait for the answer until he gets it, but he knows that's not how Crowley operates. How he speaks with him, he purposefully words things to make him ask questions, to prod Yoite out of his comfort zone. ]

[ He frowns again, and asks just as flatly. ]

About?