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[reddenedrage]

Who: reddenedrage & kit_katze.
When: Some time after this.
Where: Around the city, possibly Dismas.
Format: Initially prose, whichever after!
What: Mika is bored. Katze agreed to help with this.
Warnings: Mika's mouth, basically. Will update if this changes.

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[kit_katze]

Katze was leaning against a wall, having a cigarette. He didn't want to think of how many this made, simply that he was well and truly addicted again. There hadn't been concrete plans but he was here, and accessible.

He'd chosen a place where no one could surprise him. Never the less, as he watched people amble by he couldn't help but feel exposed. This wasn't his world. He couldn't blend in quite as well.

He was looking for Michael, or what he assumed Michael looked like from broadcasts. He spotted hair first, and lifted a hand, silent in greeting.

[reddenedrage]

Luckily enough, Michael was spotted first. He caught the movement from the corner of his vision, and glanced up, scanning the person attached. Shoving his hands in his pockets, he walked over to stop in front of the other, looking him up and down. Michael grimaced lightly. Tall. Tall enough at least to provide a sharp contrast to himself. "Katze, right?" he said gruffly.

He glanced away, looked over the crowd once. Then swallowed the annoyance for now, looking back with a small grin. "So what are you up to doing?"

[kit_katze]

"Right." It was a little blunt and Katze paused a moment. "Michael?" It always was nice enough to make sure, and it started things off on the right foot when names were remembered correctly.

Out of habit, Katze offered his cigarette case out in case Michael wanted one. "Anything," He replied, crooked smile on his lips. "I'm afraid I find myself in the wind without anyone purchasing my time."

He glanced around. "There are gambling dens. Places to get drinks or food."

[reddenedrage]

Okay, names exchanged so that at least clarified. Mika grimaced at the case, waving it off. "Ain't that the truth of things," he replied. "For a big place, there's not a whole lot to keep you busy."

Least in the way of Michael's likes. Miata was a decent distraction, Raphael another, but he had to find something to keep himself more occupied. The angel crossed his arms over his chest, considering. "Not really one for gambling." Michael looked over at Katze curiously. "But if you're still up for exploring and stuff, I'm game for that."