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[mortalmasked]

[Behind one of the doors in the forest, a demon sits inside a cafe. He doesn't look much like a demon, mind you, except that his eyes glint yellow in a certain light. The other customers don't see anything unusual about him, but then again, this is New York, and they probably wouldn't notice even if he didn't look wholly human.

He's sipping a cup of

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[feathercloaked]

[Kratos would have been right on time. He /hates/ being late. It's an entirely unheavenly thing to be-- late, that is. But as luck would have it, there was a woman and a taxi and a baby and no one knew how to help, and -- well. Fifteen minutes isn't too bad, is it?

He casually strolls into the café and looks around, expression all but completely blank. There's an ethereal sort of calm about him if one cares to notice, but who cares to notice in New York? He spots Yuan almost immediately and makes his way over to his table, silent.]

[mortalmasked]

[A brief nod as he sips at his coffee a little more before he bothers speaking.]

Caught in traffic?

[feathercloaked]

[He begins unbuttoning his coat and drapes the feathery massacre over the back of his chair.] I was trapped behind an urgent delivery. [True enough. He reaches for his coffee and takes a sip, only to find that it's lukewarm. And lukewarm is gross. He sets it down with a slight sigh.]

[mortalmasked]

[An almost unnoticeable glance at Kratos' coffee is enough to remind it that it's supposed to be warm, and it hurries to obey.]

Well, it's not like my news can't wait. We've got a few years yet before anything comes of it, after all. [He enjoys the suspense, really.]