[With that, Sasuke allows the conversation to lapse, finishing the task that had preoccupied him prior to Tseng's first message — a section of a math workbook. Yes, he is teaching himself math in a resort built on hedonism and endless entertainment.
Then all he has to do is follow the directions to Tseng's Jack suite. It is the highest floor he has ever visited, and he is aware of the looks he receives from staff when he boards the elevator. For the most part, it seems they prefer to pretend he does not exist, which suits him fine — but now, stepping into the limelight of a celebrity, even by association, earns hard stares and disapproving looks. Not that he cares. Their shallow and impersonal disdain is little compared to what he's faced in the past.
Sasuke arrives at the door, dressed simply, and knocks.]
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Then all he has to do is follow the directions to Tseng's Jack suite. It is the highest floor he has ever visited, and he is aware of the looks he receives from staff when he boards the elevator. For the most part, it seems they prefer to pretend he does not exist, which suits him fine — but now, stepping into the limelight of a celebrity, even by association, earns hard stares and disapproving looks. Not that he cares. Their shallow and impersonal disdain is little compared to what he's faced in the past.
Sasuke arrives at the door, dressed simply, and knocks.]