But Gregor's let slip-skating, considering he still had the cigarette on hand (and certainly muddied with his own genetic data, oopsies tehepero); he's bumped into a different Section for his mishaps, but not booted from the Association altogether, which is about all he could ask for. Sadly, he's not even on the higher-stakes protection jobs, pointedly kept away from anything that might attract the Dodomeki or his like, and it's a good stretch of bodyguard work or even just...
Peacekeeping work. Rent-a-cop work becomes his bread and butter, makes his head itch with how boring it is compared to what he had. But that's the price he agreed to pay, and it lets him have a certain leeway with his beat. Which leads him to today's, ah...Venture. Another beat, another drag through a new path he's in the middle of memorising. Gotta know what's normal to know when something's awry, after all.
The sign's not exactly out of the ordinary, when he looks at it. Memorises that design, has a little chortle at the skill and how heartening it is, to see someone do their best. Then he stops dead. There's a bell ringing in the back of his mind, and he almost can't recall why until he takes another look at the sign.
Crow. Crow. Crow. Quill? Crow. Huh...Crow who likes to write?
He checks his pocketwatch in a hurry, before bursting through the door looking a complete mess. There's no predatory dignity to him right now, just the excited flush of a man who saw his childhood sweetheart for the first time in decades.]
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no it's all he has to remember Akira by wtfBut Gregor's let slip-skating, considering he still had the cigarette on hand (and certainly muddied with his own genetic data, oopsies tehepero); he's bumped into a different Section for his mishaps, but not booted from the Association altogether, which is about all he could ask for. Sadly, he's not even on the higher-stakes protection jobs, pointedly kept away from anything that might attract the Dodomeki or his like, and it's a good stretch of bodyguard work or even just...
Peacekeeping work. Rent-a-cop work becomes his bread and butter, makes his head itch with how boring it is compared to what he had. But that's the price he agreed to pay, and it lets him have a certain leeway with his beat. Which leads him to today's, ah...Venture. Another beat, another drag through a new path he's in the middle of memorising. Gotta know what's normal to know when something's awry, after all.
The sign's not exactly out of the ordinary, when he looks at it. Memorises that design, has a little chortle at the skill and how heartening it is, to see someone do their best. Then he stops dead. There's a bell ringing in the back of his mind, and he almost can't recall why until he takes another look at the sign.
Crow. Crow. Crow. Quill? Crow. Huh...Crow who likes to write?
He checks his pocketwatch in a hurry, before bursting through the door looking a complete mess. There's no predatory dignity to him right now, just the excited flush of a man who saw his childhood sweetheart for the first time in decades.]