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[thiefshonor]

Seems we spoke too soon. I'm ready to hear your proposition.

You know who you are.

Meet me in the back corner of the buffet, and don't bring anyone else.

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[waywardassassin]

[Creepy zombie woman suddenly wants to see him? Suspicious. Don't expect him to go unarmed. With a cleaver sitting snug against his chest and a long kitchen knife up one sleeve, Cadence slips (unnoticed) into the buffet and strides along the wall to the back corner.

Ah, is that what creepy zombie women look like? Nice jaw.]

Changed your mind, hm?

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[thiefshonor]

[She was sitting at a corner booth table, a cup of coffee and a plate of food in front of her. It looked like it was mostly meat, the pinkest and most undercooked slices she could find.]

Have a seat.

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[waywardassassin]

[He feels like he's on To Catch a Predator. Is now the time he denies the evidence? He slides into the seat opposite her, ready to flick out his knife at a second's notice. You can never be too careful.]

How theatrical.

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[thiefshonor]

[Crosses her arms and leans forward, resting them on the table. She studies his face and his clothes and his composure. This is a business deal.]

Tell me again what you had in mind.