[Togami observes her from the safety of the patio of a cafe, peering at her over the top of his white-framed glasses. His Sableye is sitting on the table sniffing at a bowl of poke-kibble.
When he's satisfied with the identity of the misplaced-looking girl, he folds his gossip magazine primo literature up and stands up.]
Come, Minicider.
[The Sableye is happy to follow, shoveling the entire bowl's worth of kibble into her pointy, gaping maw so that her cheeks puff out comically as she toddles along in the tall blond's shadow.
He puts on his most charming smile as he approaches, his posture oozing confidence and grace, as if he neither knows nor recognizes her. Of course, that impression will change as soon as he opens his mouth, and out comes the language that he knows they share.]
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When he's satisfied with the identity of the misplaced-looking girl, he folds his
gossip magazineprimo literature up and stands up.]Come, Minicider.
[The Sableye is happy to follow, shoveling the entire bowl's worth of kibble into her pointy, gaping maw so that her cheeks puff out comically as she toddles along in the tall blond's shadow.
He puts on his most charming smile as he approaches, his posture oozing confidence and grace, as if he neither knows nor recognizes her. Of course, that impression will change as soon as he opens his mouth, and out comes the language that he knows they share.]
Salut, Ikusaba. Ca va?