When the guards turned Reno around, Tseng was already there, setting up the interview chair and the little folding table with its cassette recorder. He looked…different. Granted, Tseng never showed much of what he felt on his face, but Reno was learning to read what little slipped through. The other Turk’s mouth was set in a hard, thin line. Beneath the black tilak on his forehead, his brows knit together ever so slightly. His eyes, when he looked up to watch the guards securing Reno to the chair, were as cold as flint and just as likely to cut. Reno felt his body break out in goosebumps. Tseng was furious.
The latest from my Reno interrogation fic.
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