a wild fish approaches

[thelivingend]

Here is a short man, pale as milk, soft as a pillow, carrying a clipboard and pen and wearing a button that bears the letters ODTAC in yellow. Black suit, black tie, black shoes, black bed-head. Both his posture and the dusky heaviness of his eyelids suggest drowsiness, but he's wearing an interested expression regardless, clearly making an effort

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[yesconsiderably]

Once in a while, even an international superspy has to take a break from doing dangerous spy-stuff and slum a little. And these days, Xanadu is Bond's favorite slumming spot -- free drinks, never boring, and blessedly off the grid.

He strolls up to the young man, hands in pockets and smirk firmly affixed, and eyes the button with mild curiosity. "That depends on what you plan to use the minute for."

[thelivingend]

By the look of things, he plans on using the minute to stare, unblinking, until his eyes dry out completely. ...No, wait, there he goes. His eyelashes flutter briefly, even, as though this will assist him in collecting himself.

"Uhm... well, I'm here on behalf of... stuff." Yeah, great. "I mean, Canada. The Organ Donation and Transplant Society of Canada." That last part comes out a bit too quickly.

...hi.

[yesconsiderably]

"Really." The tone denotes no higher level of curiosity than before, but an additional touch of amusement. And potentially lethal levels of smugness, because Bond is pretty sure he's been recognized, and he kind of loves when that happens. "I hope you're only collecting signatures, and not the organs themselves."

[thelivingend]

"No, yeah, that's all." That made basically no sense. Try again? "I mean, that's pretty much it. It's not, not like a regular organ donation thing, though, but it's the same idea. Are you in...terested?"

That pause doesn't mean anything in particular; in fact, he's wondering why it even happened. Check out his eyes, they're the size of moons. (And yes, that is probably eyeliner.)

[yesconsiderably]

This would be the point where a nice person would do something to ease the young man's nervousness.

"I'm always interested in serving the public good. What would you like me to do?"

Well no one ever accused James Bond of being nice, did they?