WHO: Dexter Morgan (
gettingawaywith), Mazikeen (
daughterinexile), partially open to Kristoph Gavin (
myscarsmiles) if he so chooses.
WHAT: Dexter makes a visit to Kristoph's teahouse in order to follow a possible kill, and encounters more than he'd anticipated.
WHERE: La Casa de Te, Kristoph Gavin's teahouse.
WHEN: Sometime rather late at night, a weeknight.
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What am I doing here? I'm hunting. )
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Curious, she then thought and, unfolding her arms, slowly emerged from the darkness of the back room. She crossed the room effortlessly, seeming to glide along in her bare feet and pressed slacks, until she finally stood alongside of the man's table, her hands offering a small printed menu, but her face still pursed and wary. Her eyes gave him a once over, trying to search his face for his reaction to her and her mask and her thinly veiled aggression. "May I help you?" she finally said, dropping the small slip of paper onto the table in front of him.
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He'd meant to get her off of his trail, not set her on it. The woman didn't seem like a typical person, so he shrugged off this unanticipated turn in events, hoping that pretending to be busy (or completely disinterested in conversation) would shake this woman.
The mask on her face actually didn't interest him much, just like pretty much anything else that didn't have to do with what he was fixated on when he was on these hunts. Her aggression, on the other hand, set off a very natural-looking defense reaction:
His gaze traveled politely to her visible eye, and he picked up the menu; Dexter answered her question with a normality that was almost painful.
"Not really, thanks. I heard about this place from a friend and thought I'd check it out."
The smile never left his face.
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It might not be a good idea to try to avoid someone in their own teahouse, Dexter. Regardless of this, Kristoph, ever so intrigued by finding people like him, sat down across from him, quietly studying his expression without actually looking as intent as he felt. It was always nice to find people like him, Brian being his first discovery, Rhode, Kai, and now this man.
Definitely a commission member, he confirmed after skirting through some mental files. A detective, he idly thought, or some sort, the kind that examined his work and said who did what and where his fingerprints were, if there were any. "I just received a fantastic shipment of imported teas of the more exotic variety."
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