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[myscarsmiles]

WHO: Kristoph Gavin [myscarsmiles] and Kazutaka Muraki ]medico_male]
WHAT: A discussion of tobacco.
WHERE: black tie.
WHEN: day 128, evening.

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[medico_male]

He'd known within moments of letting Rhode go that he had made many mistakes in harming her. Muraki had been hasty for the first time in years, had acted on his jealousy and annoyance that all his work at trying to get her interest had born no fruit. He wanted to teach her control over her violent urges. Continuing to try and do that would be pointless. Muraki couldn't even control his own when he'd been pushed

[myscarsmiles]

"Doctor Muraki," Kristoph stood as Muraki sat down, bowing his head politely in greeting. "A pleasure to see you. Do you want to do business or pleasure first?"

He intertwined his fingers upon the little box in front of him, blinking expectantly. Either way would have worked out just fine, really. Kristoph was patient, more patient than anything else.

[medico_male]

"It's nice to finally meet you. Business first, Mr. Gavin." Deliberate, formal wording. What business was there beyond the excuse they'd come up with for this face to face talk. It could easily stay as just talking about the tobacco, or end up being a discussion of other people and things as well.

He pulled a cigarette and lighter out of his pocket, but first looked at his host. "Do you mind?"

[myscarsmiles]

Of course he minded. Such an obscene, dirty habit, allowing one's body to bend to the will of a substance, one that destroyed your lungs and your teeth and your nails. black tie, he knew, was no smoking only.

"Of course not," he said instead, smiling. It was his restaurant, after all, and despite whatever his waiters looked at him for, he ignored them. He would pamper Muraki until he murdered him. "This is the finest tobacco I have." He opened the little box to reveal the reddish-brown stuff. "What do you think?"