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[Kyna has decided this job sucks.

She likes the ones that are faster paced, and this is definitively not. There are three missing people, all too unimportant for the police to focus on, and the guy all signs point to is so secretive that progress has been stilted and shuddering. Her current plan isn't exactly one she's discussed with Sam, but hey, it can't hurt, right? Hopefully.

There's a guy named Fenris that hangs around Danarius all the time, and Sam and Thea are guessing he's some sort of apprentice or assistant. They don't know much else about him, but there's a cafe he likes to hang out at a lot, and Kyna has spent the past two days practically camping out, hoping he'll come in.

Today, she lucks out. When she walks in, he's already there, and she tries not to look like she's rushing as she grabs some ridiculously overpriced drink. It's a little more crowded today than usual, so it doesn't look too weird when she grabs the seat next to him.]

Hey. Is it okay if I sit here?

[Don't fuck this up, Kyna.]

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[He's in hot water with Danarius.

Ever since he defiantly got his entire body tattooed he's been regarding Fenris with a cold demeanor that would send chills down his spine if he were actually afraid of the man. Well, it's inaccurate to say he's entirely unafraid, otherwise he wouldn't be a grown man still indebted to him, still doing his bidding, covering up his tracks for him. There's always a lingering fear of the man he had become, and the unholy research he's doing that even Fenris isn't completely privy to.

Needless to say, when he can get away with it, his breaks last a little longer. The errands he runs are suddenly fraught with misfortune; traffic, slow subway, officers hassling him, which he gets away with as an excuse often considering his state of dress makes him a target for authority figures.

Which is exactly why he's sitting with a black cup of coffee, staring into the dark liquid thinking about what horrible twists and turns his life may take him from here. Will Danarius decide he's no longer worth housing? Is his life in danger? For all he tried to slowly disentangle himself from this life, now that it seems a goal in reach it's...frightening.

When these thoughts are interrupted his lips pull back into a frown, head snapping up to face the intrusion. Before he responds he gives the shop a cursory glance, having not noticed how crowded it got. His eyes roll.]

If I say 'no' are you going to sit anyway?