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From:

fessus

[ He's ready with a smartass comment about how he doesn't even think that's possible, but... something holds him back, incredibly. ]

Nah it's not a waste, hold on a sec.

Are you doing okay?

From:

batricide

[ The answer to that is a resounding 'no'. But Noctis doesn't need to know that. ]

I'm fine.

From:

fessus

Okay.

[ ... ]

So prove it.

From:

batricide

1. Why.
2. How.

From:

fessus

1. You shouldn't need to ask.
2. How soon can you be ready to meet?

From:

batricide

Depends on what you want.

From:

fessus

I want you to be clothed and not smell gross. I'm not asking for a lot here. If that doesn't take you long to achieve then great.

From:

batricide

I mean what do you want with me in person. I have better things to do than to waste my time with some ill-conceived wellness check.

From:

fessus

Yeah ik.

[ He does not, in fact, know or believe this. ]

It'll be worth it, and it'll be a public place where you can listen in on people's convos and get info too. [ Because that's what he knows paranoid people like to do. ]

From:

batricide

[ ugh. ]

Fine. Where.

From:

fessus

The Blue Whale.

It's a bar [ pub ] that's a good spot to overhear stuff. [ that's a good spot to get his favorite pastry he's found in the city yet ]

eta?

From:

batricide

[ He checks the map. He's been working out all day, so - he needs a shower. So... ]

Twenty minutes.

From:

fessus

[ stop, you're swole enough, just stop ]

Cool. What do you look like, so I'll know which one's you?

From:

batricide

[ Get over it, twig-boy. ]

5'10. Dark hair. Blue eyes. Athletic build.

From:

fessus

[ these arms fought off thousands of tons of Titan, leave me ]

LMAO okay, I'm gonna leave now and get a booth near the back, I'll have a black hat on.

[ And true to his word he does just that, ball cap drawn low as he hunches over his secured table with two waters at the ready. Maybe it would've made more sense to use the sling one of his arms is currently wrapped up in as an identifying feature but no one said he was the brightest. ]

From:

batricide

( he has no idea whag he's walking into but he'll walk anyway. he's not built like his father or Jason, not a terrifying linebacker made purely of muscle. But he's big enough that th lighter clothes he's wearing to combat the heat aren't doing a hell of a lot to disguise it. He finds Noctis with ease, looking annoyed.)

Noctis.

From:

fessus

[ Noctis raises his head, a dark-haired and blue-eyed man faced with... a dark-haired and blue-eyed man. Their heights are even similar, not that that's clear when he's seated, with Damian having just a bit of an inch over him. ]

Oh hey-- [ And right here, at this moment, after already starting his greeting, is where Noctis realizes he has no idea how to pronounce Hafid. ]

--man. Figured the water would help.

From:

batricide

Help with what?

[ he catches that but offers absolutely no assistance. Suffer, you scrub. ]

From:

fessus

... the heat. Can you just sit down and drink it? You're so weird...

[ GOD ]

From:

batricide

I'm not the one who asked a complete stranger to an unknown location. I could be a serial killer for all you know.

[ He sits. But he doesn't touch that water. Who knows what you did to it. ]

From:

fessus

...

[ Suddenly Noctis reaches across the table, grabbing for the other man's water which he then takes a liberal sip of before setting it back down. Even scooting it closer to him, to further make his point. ]

Ahh, yeah, maybe. Are you a serial killer?

From:

batricide

[ ... ]

I'm not going to drink that. [ I DON'T KNOW WHERE YOUR MOUTH HAS BEEN?? GROSS?? ] I know sixteen ways to kill you right now. You tell me.

From:

fessus

So order a new one and give me that one. Geeze... Are you a germaphobe now too?

[ Some people.......... ]

And sixteen's kinda' low but whatever. I know sixteen different kinds of cake but I'm not a baker. [ This does not sound as good as he thinks it sounds. ]