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The tired thief turned the corner and found their rendezvous point: a little cafe called Iron Kettle. Rarely busy with the best black tea latte in the city, and run by a lovely old charr who knew how to mind their business—he couldn’t think of a better place to meet. He swung upon the rickety metal door and scanned the interior.
There was only one patron inside: an irritatingly chipper looking FPS sitting at a table with a warm drink and a smile as bright as the sun threatening the horizon outside. The overwhelming glow of his demeanour was enough to blind Tora. Wasn’t this guy up as late as he was? How the fuck did he look so alive at this hour?!
As he thought though, FPS didn’t seem to recognize him, at least not immediately. The tree of a sylvari squinted in thought, watching as Tora walked up to the counter, got that damned best black tea latte in the city, and made his way over to their table. It felt like the realization only truly set in the moment Tora sat down across from him.
“Miss Bandi?”
Still calling me Miss… He didn’t have the energy to respond—too damn early—so he nodded instead, stirring his drink as he waited for it to cool. Should’ve had coffee before I came here, he thought despondently. He didn’t even like coffee, he just wanted caffeine. The latte would have some of course, but he wasn’t sure it’d be enough.
FPS watched him carefully, clearly thinking through what he was seeing. Did he figure out Tora wasn’t whatever his drunk master taught him a girl was? Was he disappointed now that he wasn’t done up half as pretty? Whatever, man, you said you’d help and I’m too tired to play the sexy vixen for you. Just deal with it.
“Miss Bandi,” FPS said delicately, “are you perhaps…”
Tora paused his stirring. Did the guy actually figure it out? Did he realize—
“…as stunning in your casual wear as you are when dressed for a night on the town?!”
Tora nearly knocked his drink over.
This tree is something else!
“Sure, yeah, okay,” Tora responded stiffly. He didn’t know how to register that. It was flattering to hear, he supposed, but it was also just… a lot. He couldn’t decide whether FPS’s relentless infatuation would make their job easier or harder.
That overly confident smile was back on FPS’s face. “Oh my, are you embarrassed?”
There wasn’t enough caffeine in Tora’s sap to entertain that shit.
“Alright, FPS. Let’s exchange notes, shall we?” He said with a cool grin. The tree wilted a little at his tone. He almost felt bad about it.
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