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[mrseysidescousr]

Mr. Grey finds his way to the shop easily enough. He's somewhat nervous, knowing very deeply that trusting someone in the Nexus is a bad idea. Weeks have passed since he's returned though, and his memory has been elusive at best. He's been waiting, watching, searching for one fragment, one thing that would trigger the rest of it to return. So

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[dimension_bitch]

((That's perfectly alright!))

If it soothes him, Yuuko was on rather bad terms with most Greek gods the last time she saw them, and Apollo wasn't an exception.

When Mr. Grey shows up at the shop, the door automatically opens as soon as he stops on the porch. The sliding door makes a soft sound as it closes behind him again, and if he cares to look up he'll come face-to-face with Yuuko. She's sitting at a low Japanese table and beckons for him to sit down as well, cushions already on the floor.

"Make yourself comfortable, Mr Grey."

[mrseysidescousr]

All of this seems vaguely familiar to him, but not because he'd ever been there before (he hasn't.) He has been to Japan though, and this is likely why. He toes off his shoes at the door, shrugs out of his wool topcoat and battered fedora. Underneath, he's wearing a dark green turtleneck which hides his neck, the left side scarred, and jeans.

Gabriel sits down amongst cushions, cross-legged, and calms himself. Outwardly, he's serene. Inside, he's a tightly wound spring.

[dimension_bitch]

She notices his mood, and smiles gently. "Would you like some tea, Mr Grey? I had some made for us. It's famous for its calming properties."

Her hands rearrange some cards that are lying face-down on the table as she speaks to him, blindly putting them in a different order.

[mrseysidescousr]

"Please." He watches this re-arrangement curiously, tapping his fingertips on his knees. Serene? Riiight.