"Hello James. Your hair's gotten longer." Zemo offers a smile, one that nearly crinkles the corners of his eyes. But he remains polite and poised as he sits at the table, hands folded in front of himself. His wrists are cuffed, attached to a rather short chain that should prevent him from straying too far from his seat.
The baron's scruffy himself, his own hair longer than he prefers keeping it. He's also thinner, a tired look about his person, manifesting in a bit of darkness right below the eyes. But he's in high spirits regardless.
It's only after he's said his hello and taken a rather long look at his visitor that his attention drifts, shifting towards the bag that's been dumped onto the tabletop.
"What's this?" He blinks, then gestures vaguely with one of his hands. It's usually against protocol for anything to be brought down here, so color him curious. The baron's a seasoned rule-breaker himself, but even his connections take him a long while to procure little luxuries.
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Date: 2025-06-12 01:28 am (UTC)The baron's scruffy himself, his own hair longer than he prefers keeping it. He's also thinner, a tired look about his person, manifesting in a bit of darkness right below the eyes. But he's in high spirits regardless.
It's only after he's said his hello and taken a rather long look at his visitor that his attention drifts, shifting towards the bag that's been dumped onto the tabletop.
"What's this?" He blinks, then gestures vaguely with one of his hands. It's usually against protocol for anything to be brought down here, so color him curious. The baron's a seasoned rule-breaker himself, but even his connections take him a long while to procure little luxuries.