Apartment #202 was currently vacant, so Leon decided it would be better to hold the meeting there, than have everyone descend onto Claire's place. The apartment was sparsely decorated with some chairs and a futon he managed to scrounge up. There wasn't much in the way of food or snacks (though there were some), but he wasn't here to host a party
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She comes downstairs balancing a stack of styrofoam trays, and bumps the door open with her ass. "I brought rijsttafels."
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"Hey."
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He just smiles a bit at her and lets her eat in peace.
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She takes a seat on the futon.
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"How are you feeling?"
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"Really, really emo. But Amsterdam's actually kind of nice."
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He knocks politely.
((At work until 4:30 pm central, but will poke head in on and off during the day))
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As he winds his way to a corner, a shoulder holster and the occasional subdued silver flash of his 9mm can be seen from under his jacket.
Once to his chosen spot, he crouches, leaning back against the intersecting walls to watch and listen.
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She hrms, turns around, and thumps her head against the door three times.
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Claire reaches up and opens the door for Eiko.
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She makes her way in, puts the box on the table, then takes the other stuff off of it. Then unwrapping begins: the foil-wrapped plate reveals garlic bread; the two covered platters are chicken parmesan and some kind of ravioli. The box is opened to let her pull out plates, knifes, forks and serving spoons.
The box continues to hold things, but she closes it and puts it next to a sofa.
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"Looks like we have ourselves a party. Should I have brought a little pie and some chips or something?" He chuckled.
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