Anyone else may have felt unsettled by the cold silence but the Dark Ace wasn't bothered. He was used to Aerrow's stare. The anger didn't upset him.
He wouldn't have climbed so high in his profession if he hadn't grown a thick skin.
So, rather than giving any sign that he even knew Aerrow was there, he simply sat at the desk and wrote leisurely on a scrap of paper he'd dug up somewhere.
Aerrow pursed his lips shut though his curiosity burned.
Dark Ace flicked a glance at him momentarily before looking away with a toothy grin.
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Author's Note: Total word count: 98