[Elysium's hand grasps him, pulls him forward - and Sampo doesn't even resist, almost habit at this point to be at the other end of a hovering hand ready to punch him for being the bastard that he is. That's what he does best. Friendly, silver-tongued, but he turns situations into ones where he seems to get the flack for it all, only to turn that disadvantage into his favor.]
[For a moment there, the joyous eyes seem a little less so, dull in their gaze as it takes in that thorny irritation like a blank observer. Snakes can't help themselves. But even so, when that look might have lingered, the tension eases into something a little softer, now.]
Cross my heart, hope to die, stick a needle in my eye.
[The morbid mantra of a schoolboy in a playground, but he recites it with intent. Aren't they the one and the same now? My life. Your life.]
No pulling out, dear. Really, really. [As much as he can state it, as much as he, too, layers bricks upon his own irritation, but....Sampo Koski is no villain. Maybe one day, but not here. He couldn't manage to be so, after playing the part too well against his own will. His hand reaches to grab Elysium's bare hand, place a kiss against it like a balm to a wound.] I wouldn't do that to you.
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[For a moment there, the joyous eyes seem a little less so, dull in their gaze as it takes in that thorny irritation like a blank observer. Snakes can't help themselves. But even so, when that look might have lingered, the tension eases into something a little softer, now.]
Cross my heart, hope to die, stick a needle in my eye.
[The morbid mantra of a schoolboy in a playground, but he recites it with intent. Aren't they the one and the same now? My life. Your life.]
No pulling out, dear. Really, really. [As much as he can state it, as much as he, too, layers bricks upon his own irritation, but....Sampo Koski is no villain. Maybe one day, but not here. He couldn't manage to be so, after playing the part too well against his own will. His hand reaches to grab Elysium's bare hand, place a kiss against it like a balm to a wound.] I wouldn't do that to you.