[ as true to his word as he can be, tseng had informed the staff of the junior penthouses that they weren't to say a word to sasuke—that he had been invited, and that tseng would not tolerate outward disrespect. he can't do anything about the way they look at him, of course, but at the very least he hopes that some combination of his rank and his naturally commanding manner will be enough to see his demands carried out.
in the intervening time between their conversation and sasuke's arrival, tseng occupies himself with note-taking. his dossier of the resort and its residents is nowhere near complete, but it's developing steadily, comprised currently of a combination of notes on monthly happenings in the resort and a section of biographical information on the people tseng has encountered.
when he hears the knock, he closes the folder and puts it away on its bookshelf, then makes his way to the door to pull it open. tseng is also dressed casually, or at least as casually as he can manage, only slightly dressed down from the slacks and button-down sasuke would have seen him in last. ]
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in the intervening time between their conversation and sasuke's arrival, tseng occupies himself with note-taking. his dossier of the resort and its residents is nowhere near complete, but it's developing steadily, comprised currently of a combination of notes on monthly happenings in the resort and a section of biographical information on the people tseng has encountered.
when he hears the knock, he closes the folder and puts it away on its bookshelf, then makes his way to the door to pull it open. tseng is also dressed casually, or at least as casually as he can manage, only slightly dressed down from the slacks and button-down sasuke would have seen him in last. ]
Come in. No one gave you trouble, I hope?