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[milly_fox]

WHO: Mildmay the Fox (milly_fox), Damien Crandall (smokingmurder), and Matt (lungrot)
WHAT: Mildmay and Dane (well, Dane's a bit busy ^_~) meet Matt at Somnifery for his delivery and hiring.
WHERE: Somnifery.
WHEN: Day 40.

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[lungrot]

12:04

The red head shrugged, slipped his phone back into his vest pockets. Four minutes late and counting, not yet near this 'Somnifery' place he had been expected to show up at. Though he didn't make a habit out of being late, Matt didn't worry about it too much, either ; if his potential clients expected him to rush over a couple of minutes then they were sorely mistaken. Good things came to those who waited an all that, right? Right, and so Matt continued his way on at a leisurely pace, lighting himself his fifth cigarette of the day.

It was no less than fifteen minutes later that he arrived at the designated meeting spot. Not the best show of credibility, but there you had it. Matt pushed the door open, scoping the inside out from behind yellow-tinted plastic.

[milly_fox]

Mildmay's poker face was, truly, a thing of beauty. There was no outside sign that he was perturbed with Matt showing up late to their meeting.

There wasn't, really, any inside sign of him being perturbed, either: shit happened.

As it were, he recognized the man immediately, due mostly to the fact that he wasn't one of the normal workers -- process of elimination -- and walked up to him, his stride both powerful and lithe, though neither were things he was conscious of. It was just the way he moved.

"You're Matt, righ'?" he said, stopping before the other man, not yet putting a hand out in greeting. "Trouble findin' th'place?" he asked, slur more pronounced in person than one could ever imagine, the left side of his face completely immobile.

[lungrot]

"Bingo." Matt extended a gloved hand in greeting, appreciative of how his tardiness had yet been brought up by the other. "Something like that." He would try hard to keep curious eyes away from Mildmay ; now was not the time for stupid remarks that could possibly jeopardize their particularly beneficial agreement. Instead, he moved his gaze to the floor, to the ceiling, to the workers scattered throughout Somnifery.

"Pretty swank' place you've got here," he noted. Small talk had never been his thing, but the red head figured he might as well test the waters before cutting to business.

ooc: really sorry about the wait ; life's been a bit hectic. i should be able to reply a lot faster from now on, though.

[milly_fox]

Simply shrugging in response, Mildmay continued on, as if it had been the original topic of discussion, "You got what we asked?" He slid an envelope out of his back pocket and held it between two fingers. Mildmay was not particularly fond of small talk, either. To be honest, he didn't make it, unless Felix was involved, the bloody things he did for Felix.

"If'n you wan' to follow me?" he said, barely raising the end of the sentence in a question before heading across the hectic floor, towards what looked like a security entrance.

[ ooc - don't worry about it; I completely understand life being hectic, haha. ]