Fogged, he’d be far meaner and rebuking Kellam with further embarrassing recounts of his life void of “guiding” influence. Hungover and caught off guard with his family's appearance on the doorstep, Ruth kept some reign on himself. The look even crossed his face, barely bit back in lieu of a private smirk. Still, it was pleasing to watch the man before him squirm to keep a level head and hand in dealing with his worst creation. There were masks to maintain.
Again Ruth would shrug his shoulders, hands slid into the pockets of his pants, as if the chilled air against his bare chest meant nothing. “I conduct a variety of business, but I won't deny using that as a tactic, look at me.” Ruth's smirk flashed devilishly, but it soon sobered back into a cold stare.
“Well. In that case.” Ruth looked past his father. “I suspect you all want tea.” It wasn’t a question and he’d retreat a step into the small cottage. “... I keep the stronger stuff for myself.” Eyes deliberately lingered on his old man, but Ruth kept his expression unreadable, instead he gestured inside.
Again Ruth would shrug his shoulders, hands slid into the pockets of his pants, as if the chilled air against his bare chest meant nothing. “I conduct a variety of business, but I won't deny using that as a tactic, look at me.” Ruth's smirk flashed devilishly, but it soon sobered back into a cold stare.
“Well. In that case.” Ruth looked past his father. “I suspect you all want tea.” It wasn’t a question and he’d retreat a step into the small cottage. “... I keep the stronger stuff for myself.” Eyes deliberately lingered on his old man, but Ruth kept his expression unreadable, instead he gestured inside.
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