don't hate ;;
[he's pleased with the time he took to prepare for the match, because when Kaname opens the door and is there, disorientingly beautiful and looking none the worse for the wear he's undoubtedly suffered in the last day or so, he doesn't react at all, slight nervous speeding of his heart aside. smoothly] Perfect. I'd love some. [he's already had coffee -- it's required for higher thinking in the morning -- but he's not one to turn aside caffeine. (he needs it after sleeping three hours every night.)
[so he steps inside, calm but gaze darting about quickly, finding the features of the place, noting everything about the place where Kaname lives -- decorations and style yes, but also the positioning of furniture, the exits -- a paranoid habit that's served him very well in recent years. but his eyes do flicker back to Kaname briefly, and linger] How are you?