Despite equally impressive skills in a fight, they make an interesting physical contrast. The Shadow leans forward to watch, and absently drums his own long, tapered, bony fingers on the tabletop once. "Hm. I'm not ordinarily a gambling man, or at least not that kind..." He's been known to gamble with his own life, but that's another matter entirely.
Taking another long gulp of scotch, he sets the tumbler down and closes his eyes. "Again." The Shadow's head tilts slightly as he prepares to listen for the discrepancies in sound. It seems worth a try, although there are moments he worries over the dulling of senses that unavoidably comes with age. His keen eyesight is not quite what it was, and the sense of smell is harder to gauge. So many men lose their hearing later in life. Such anxieties gnaw at him in private moments. Today his senses will be put to the test.
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Date: 2009-10-13 11:10 pm (UTC)Taking another long gulp of scotch, he sets the tumbler down and closes his eyes. "Again." The Shadow's head tilts slightly as he prepares to listen for the discrepancies in sound. It seems worth a try, although there are moments he worries over the dulling of senses that unavoidably comes with age. His keen eyesight is not quite what it was, and the sense of smell is harder to gauge. So many men lose their hearing later in life. Such anxieties gnaw at him in private moments. Today his senses will be put to the test.