thirty dollars pays your rent

[northseaflotsam]

Having confirmed Sagramore's well-being for himself, and escaped more or less unscathed, Mordred has one more thing to see to. He did agree to it; it even pleases him, in a way, to have something to do that Sagramore's self-appointed protector approves.

Of course finding anything that Sagramore will actually wear, in his own time and place,

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[autumnrusset]

The party at the Mare, which began on a relatively decent note (yay St. George!), did not end nearly as well, and it's been a few days since Laura's been in Xanadu. Luckily the number on her poster was for a mobile.

"Yeah?" she says warily, not bothering to considering how that sounds.

[northseaflotsam]

"Ms. Ross?" He sounds so normal on the phone, you have no idea, Laura. "I saw your flyer."

[autumnrusset]

Oh. Okay. She lets out her breath quickly, silently. "Yeah, right. You need something done?"

[northseaflotsam]

"Well, it's sort of a weird request, but yes. I have a friend in Xanadu, you see, his clothes are pretty well destroyed and he's confined to bed at the moment--"

[autumnrusset]

So, a week later, she's in the agora with a plastic shopping back in one hand, the other resting lightly on her hip (she can't shake the feeling that there should be a gun there), her hair pulled back into its usual tight ponytail. The only deviation from the norm is that now she has a heavy leather jacket thrown over her thin shoulders.

[northseaflotsam]

Presently, as promised, a slight figure comes threading through the crowds toward the foot of the steps (you can't miss me, he said wryly, when they made the arrangements).

[autumnrusset]

Laura straightens up, her spine protesting slightly. "Hey."

[northseaflotsam]

"Hey." He comes up to her with a half-smile, and proffers a hand. "How's it going?"

[autumnrusset]

Laura turns up, as she's wont to do--she has business with him, so she reappears, with some baffling knowledge of his usual movements that will probably never be explained.

"Hey."

[northseaflotsam]

Mordred jumps, and steadies himself against an ornate lamppost that happens to be handy. "Jesus. Hello to you too."

[autumnrusset]

Which actually makes her smile (not being the one who's scared, for once). "Saw your friend."

[northseaflotsam]

"Yeah?"