[Paul sidles up to Viktor early in the night, having heard that this is where an enterprising young man can collect his explosives, and having a passing suspicion of who it is that's doing so. He's dressed in his festive best: a fitted black t-shirt paired with pants of a rough-and-ready fiber dyed black, tucked into black boots, two bone studs in each earlobe. He's even gotten someone with steadier hands to give them a slick of subtle black eyeliner.
(The heirs of the Sixth House and House Atreides both have a certain commitment to the monotone.)]
I like your mug. [He extends his hand promptly, smiling - he knows his manners, and anyone Palamedes trusts with explosives Paul trusts with his bare hand.] Paul Atreides. A pleasure to meet you.
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(The heirs of the Sixth House and House Atreides both have a certain commitment to the monotone.)]
I like your mug. [He extends his hand promptly, smiling - he knows his manners, and anyone Palamedes trusts with explosives Paul trusts with his bare hand.] Paul Atreides. A pleasure to meet you.