After dinner tea (For Kurt)

[advocatusdei]

Around six in the post midi, an envelope appears on the refrigerator door in the small kitchen of St. Vibiana's. Written on the smooth white paper is one single word, a name. It says 'Kurt'.

Enclosed is a small note, written with the same, precise, to-the-point style; an address to one of the tall apartment buildings in Little Tokyo.

'Tea

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[bettern_errol]

Kurt dresses carefully in a nice white shirt and black slacks before turning on the image inducer to mask his skin. A grey blazer later and he's out the door, and...okay that intersection should be just about *bamf!* here.

Kurt hits the buzzer for the appointed apartment. "Tower D, eigth floor, apartment seventeen" the note said. D 8:17. Huh. Appropriate.

((Research is love!))

[advocatusdei]

Not even a second later, the buzzer crackles with the static background noise that inhabits all apartments. "Right on time, Kurt. Come on up."

And the locked door clicks open. There's an old-fashioned elevator just waiting to be used in the back, covered with an elaborate grid rather than a door, but there's a winding staircase to the left as well.

The eighth floor is practically alive with sounds; dogs barking and yapping behind closed doors, cats meowing out in the hallways, people rummaging in their kitchens for something to eat. There are a lot of voices everywhere, but whether it's because the walls are thin as tissue paper, or because everyone talks really, really loud, well, that's anyone's guess.

Apartment seventeen, however, is decidedly different. No dog's yapping in there, no bustling around anywhere, no loud game show's on in the background... Instead, there's just the slightest hint of the dulcet tones of Nat King Cole.

((Mwahahah. Yeah. God and 'her quirky sense of humour', à la Dogma. :P))

[bettern_errol]

The elevator is totally cool, with its sliding grate, and Kurt hums something tuneless on the way up. Odd thing about elevators is that there's always elevator music whether the things have speakers or not...

He dodges some kids playing in the hallway, nodding to the old grandmothers keeping an eye on them. He gets some raised eyebrows, this time not for how he looks but for where he's going. Odd fellow in the apartment at the end...

Knock knock!

[advocatusdei]

Yes, the odd man with the knowing smiles and always-perfect suits, who comes and goes without anyone ever hearing him in the hallway, the one who plays jazz music all day long, but never does anything in there; the one no one ever visits.

Until now.

No wonder Kurt's being watched. Anyone who visits that man must be in the wrong place, entirely.

"It's open!" Gabriel calls from inside, setting out all the necessary items on the round kitchen table. He doesn't have much, but then again, he doesn't need much. It's a small, one bedroom apartment with a cramped living room and a kitchen and bathroom to the left.

There'll be plenty of time for a guided tour. Gabriel knows Kurt must be really curious about the flat.