"You see, but you do not observe."

(A man in a.. peculiar getup walks up to the café, and stands around like he's waiting for someone)

(He scans the area, gives Alecsander a look, then waves and approaches the table)

(he watches woods walk over, finally starting to connect the dots. he blows out a puff of smoke towards him, as he looks up at this strange man through his lashes. his dusty blonde hair has faded streaks and splotches of blue dye still in them from when he was out in the desert. something that he has secretly kept dyed. whenever he is questioned on it, he uses the lame excuse of "it hasn't washed out yet", and somehow he gets away with it, despite the strict dress-code. this makes him obviously very memorable compared to other employees. he inhales once more, sizing woods up. he kicks his legs up on the table, leaning back in his chair before throwing a hand out in front of woods, offering a handshake.)

(He shakes his hand, then sits down on the other side of the table. He smells faintly of zoneweed)

(in response, he simply stares at him blankly as he blows more smoke in his direction. he smirks slightly, pleased to already be gathering more dirt on woods. he's very familiar with the smell plaguing the detective across from him, it having a strange twinge atop the regular smell . . . the flower from a cactus being thrown into the mix. an ingredient only xenon moth would add. this realisation stabs through alecsander like a knife. he quickly pushes the thought aside. the main point is. . .)

Hm? No, I prefer to smoke in my apartment.

(he takes one last puff, before chucking his cigarette into his cup of coffee to put it out. he sits up properly, leaning slightly forward)

(He sits up a little straighter, giving a very brief look of.. almost disgust at the act of wasting a perfectly good cup of coffee)

(he scoffs, nothing but amusement showing on his face. he rests his head on his hand)

I don't feel a need to blend in. It doesn't seem you yourself feel like fitting in that much.

(he gives a hollow smile, not too pleased with woods bringing up his hair. despite this, he once more spins the conversation to be about the other)

I have nothing to hide.

nothing to hide... uh-huh...

Your job isn't acting like a rebellious child in a café, although I'm sure you know that? No higher up would be proud to see this kind of misconduct.

ha. i'm acting like a child?

That is what I said.

(his eye twitches in annoyance, his emotions rapidly changing much like a child. he takes in a breath, before returning back to a smile. although his eyes show a completely different emotion)

(he sighs, standing up straight.)

Ah, well I appreciate the apology.

(he falls back, losing grip on the knife as it crashes to the ground. he winces as he clutches his torso where he was hit. almost pathetically writhing on the ground from a very mild injury - as if he wasn't just trying to kill someone)

...

(he quickly scrambles up to his feet, still hunched over slightly from his minor injury)

I see.. well, you do have fun with that.

(he huffs, turning on his heel, before taking a packet of cigarettes out of his pocket and lighting one up)

Hm.

(A man in a.. peculiar getup walks up to the café, and stands around like he's waiting for someone)

(He scans the area, gives Alecsander a look, then waves and approaches the table)

(he watches woods walk over, finally starting to connect the dots. he blows out a puff of smoke towards him, as he looks up at this strange man through his lashes. his dusty blonde hair has faded streaks and splotches of blue dye still in them from when he was out in the desert. something that he has secretly kept dyed. whenever he is questioned on it, he uses the lame excuse of "it hasn't washed out yet", and somehow he gets away with it, despite the strict dress-code. this makes him obviously very memorable compared to other employees. he inhales once more, sizing woods up. he kicks his legs up on the table, leaning back in his chair before throwing a hand out in front of woods, offering a handshake.)

(He shakes his hand, then sits down on the other side of the table. He smells faintly of zoneweed)

(in response, he simply stares at him blankly as he blows more smoke in his direction. he smirks slightly, pleased to already be gathering more dirt on woods. he's very familiar with the smell plaguing the detective across from him, it having a strange twinge atop the regular smell . . . the flower from a cactus being thrown into the mix. an ingredient only xenon moth would add. this realisation stabs through alecsander like a knife. he quickly pushes the thought aside. the main point is. . .)

Hm? No, I prefer to smoke in my apartment.

(he takes one last puff, before chucking his cigarette into his cup of coffee to put it out. he sits up properly, leaning slightly forward)

(He sits up a little straighter, giving a very brief look of.. almost disgust at the act of wasting a perfectly good cup of coffee)

(he scoffs, nothing but amusement showing on his face. he rests his head on his hand)

I don't feel a need to blend in. It doesn't seem you yourself feel like fitting in that much.

(he gives a hollow smile, not too pleased with woods bringing up his hair. despite this, he once more spins the conversation to be about the other)

I have nothing to hide.

nothing to hide... uh-huh...

Your job isn't acting like a rebellious child in a café, although I'm sure you know that? No higher up would be proud to see this kind of misconduct.

ha. i'm acting like a child?

That is what I said.

(his eye twitches in annoyance, his emotions rapidly changing much like a child. he takes in a breath, before returning back to a smile. although his eyes show a completely different emotion)

(he sighs, standing up straight.)

Ah, well I appreciate the apology.

(he falls back, losing grip on the knife as it crashes to the ground. he winces as he clutches his torso where he was hit. almost pathetically writhing on the ground from a very mild injury - as if he wasn't just trying to kill someone)

...

(he quickly scrambles up to his feet, still hunched over slightly from his minor injury)

I see.. well, you do have fun with that.

(A man in a.. peculiar getup walks up to the café, and stands around like he's waiting for someone)

(He scans the area, gives Alecsander a look, then waves and approaches the table)

(he watches woods walk over, finally starting to connect the dots. he blows out a puff of smoke towards him, as he looks up at this strange man through his lashes. his dusty blonde hair has faded streaks and splotches of blue dye still in them from when he was out in the desert. something that he has secretly kept dyed. whenever he is questioned on it, he uses the lame excuse of "it hasn't washed out yet", and somehow he gets away with it, despite the strict dress-code. this makes him obviously very memorable compared to other employees. he inhales once more, sizing woods up. he kicks his legs up on the table, leaning back in his chair before throwing a hand out in front of woods, offering a handshake.)

(He shakes his hand, then sits down on the other side of the table. He smells faintly of zoneweed)

(in response, he simply stares at him blankly as he blows more smoke in his direction. he smirks slightly, pleased to already be gathering more dirt on woods. he's very familiar with the smell plaguing the detective across from him, it having a strange twinge atop the regular smell . . . the flower from a cactus being thrown into the mix. an ingredient only xenon moth would add. this realisation stabs through alecsander like a knife. he quickly pushes the thought aside. the main point is. . .)

Hm? No, I prefer to smoke in my apartment.

(he takes one last puff, before chucking his cigarette into his cup of coffee to put it out. he sits up properly, leaning slightly forward)

(He sits up a little straighter, giving a very brief look of.. almost disgust at the act of wasting a perfectly good cup of coffee)

(he scoffs, nothing but amusement showing on his face. he rests his head on his hand)

I don't feel a need to blend in. It doesn't seem you yourself feel like fitting in that much.

(he gives a hollow smile, not too pleased with woods bringing up his hair. despite this, he once more spins the conversation to be about the other)

I have nothing to hide.

nothing to hide... uh-huh...

Your job isn't acting like a rebellious child in a café, although I'm sure you know that? No higher up would be proud to see this kind of misconduct.

ha. i'm acting like a child?

That is what I said.

(his eye twitches in annoyance, his emotions rapidly changing much like a child. he takes in a breath, before returning back to a smile. although his eyes show a completely different emotion)

(he sighs, standing up straight.)

Ah, well I appreciate the apology.

(he falls back, losing grip on the knife as it crashes to the ground. he winces as he clutches his torso where he was hit. almost pathetically writhing on the ground from a very mild injury - as if he wasn't just trying to kill someone)

...

(A man in a.. peculiar getup walks up to the café, and stands around like he's waiting for someone)

(He scans the area, gives Alecsander a look, then waves and approaches the table)

(he watches woods walk over, finally starting to connect the dots. he blows out a puff of smoke towards him, as he looks up at this strange man through his lashes. his dusty blonde hair has faded streaks and splotches of blue dye still in them from when he was out in the desert. something that he has secretly kept dyed. whenever he is questioned on it, he uses the lame excuse of "it hasn't washed out yet", and somehow he gets away with it, despite the strict dress-code. this makes him obviously very memorable compared to other employees. he inhales once more, sizing woods up. he kicks his legs up on the table, leaning back in his chair before throwing a hand out in front of woods, offering a handshake.)

(He shakes his hand, then sits down on the other side of the table. He smells faintly of zoneweed)

(in response, he simply stares at him blankly as he blows more smoke in his direction. he smirks slightly, pleased to already be gathering more dirt on woods. he's very familiar with the smell plaguing the detective across from him, it having a strange twinge atop the regular smell . . . the flower from a cactus being thrown into the mix. an ingredient only xenon moth would add. this realisation stabs through alecsander like a knife. he quickly pushes the thought aside. the main point is. . .)

Hm? No, I prefer to smoke in my apartment.

(he takes one last puff, before chucking his cigarette into his cup of coffee to put it out. he sits up properly, leaning slightly forward)

(He sits up a little straighter, giving a very brief look of.. almost disgust at the act of wasting a perfectly good cup of coffee)

(he scoffs, nothing but amusement showing on his face. he rests his head on his hand)

I don't feel a need to blend in. It doesn't seem you yourself feel like fitting in that much.

(he gives a hollow smile, not too pleased with woods bringing up his hair. despite this, he once more spins the conversation to be about the other)

I have nothing to hide.

nothing to hide... uh-huh...

Your job isn't acting like a rebellious child in a café, although I'm sure you know that? No higher up would be proud to see this kind of misconduct.

ha. i'm acting like a child?

That is what I said.

(his eye twitches in annoyance, his emotions rapidly changing much like a child. he takes in a breath, before returning back to a smile. although his eyes show a completely different emotion)

(he sighs, standing up straight.)

Ah, well I appreciate the apology.

(A man in a.. peculiar getup walks up to the café, and stands around like he's waiting for someone)

(He scans the area, gives Alecsander a look, then waves and approaches the table)

(he watches woods walk over, finally starting to connect the dots. he blows out a puff of smoke towards him, as he looks up at this strange man through his lashes. his dusty blonde hair has faded streaks and splotches of blue dye still in them from when he was out in the desert. something that he has secretly kept dyed. whenever he is questioned on it, he uses the lame excuse of "it hasn't washed out yet", and somehow he gets away with it, despite the strict dress-code. this makes him obviously very memorable compared to other employees. he inhales once more, sizing woods up. he kicks his legs up on the table, leaning back in his chair before throwing a hand out in front of woods, offering a handshake.)

(He shakes his hand, then sits down on the other side of the table. He smells faintly of zoneweed)

(in response, he simply stares at him blankly as he blows more smoke in his direction. he smirks slightly, pleased to already be gathering more dirt on woods. he's very familiar with the smell plaguing the detective across from him, it having a strange twinge atop the regular smell . . . the flower from a cactus being thrown into the mix. an ingredient only xenon moth would add. this realisation stabs through alecsander like a knife. he quickly pushes the thought aside. the main point is. . .)

Hm? No, I prefer to smoke in my apartment.

(he takes one last puff, before chucking his cigarette into his cup of coffee to put it out. he sits up properly, leaning slightly forward)

(He sits up a little straighter, giving a very brief look of.. almost disgust at the act of wasting a perfectly good cup of coffee)

(he scoffs, nothing but amusement showing on his face. he rests his head on his hand)

I don't feel a need to blend in. It doesn't seem you yourself feel like fitting in that much.

(he gives a hollow smile, not too pleased with woods bringing up his hair. despite this, he once more spins the conversation to be about the other)

I have nothing to hide.

nothing to hide... uh-huh...

Your job isn't acting like a rebellious child in a café, although I'm sure you know that? No higher up would be proud to see this kind of misconduct.

ha. i'm acting like a child?

That is what I said.

(his eye twitches in annoyance, his emotions rapidly changing much like a child. he takes in a breath, before returning back to a smile. although his eyes show a completely different emotion)

(he sighs, standing up straight.)

Ah, well I appreciate the apology.

(A man in a.. peculiar getup walks up to the café, and stands around like he's waiting for someone)

(He scans the area, gives Alecsander a look, then waves and approaches the table)

(he watches woods walk over, finally starting to connect the dots. he blows out a puff of smoke towards him, as he looks up at this strange man through his lashes. his dusty blonde hair has faded streaks and splotches of blue dye still in them from when he was out in the desert. something that he has secretly kept dyed. whenever he is questioned on it, he uses the lame excuse of "it hasn't washed out yet", and somehow he gets away with it, despite the strict dress-code. this makes him obviously very memorable compared to other employees. he inhales once more, sizing woods up. he kicks his legs up on the table, leaning back in his chair before throwing a hand out in front of woods, offering a handshake.)

(He shakes his hand, then sits down on the other side of the table. He smells faintly of zoneweed)

(in response, he simply stares at him blankly as he blows more smoke in his direction. he smirks slightly, pleased to already be gathering more dirt on woods. he's very familiar with the smell plaguing the detective across from him, it having a strange twinge atop the regular smell . . . the flower from a cactus being thrown into the mix. an ingredient only xenon moth would add. this realisation stabs through alecsander like a knife. he quickly pushes the thought aside. the main point is. . .)

Hm? No, I prefer to smoke in my apartment.

(he takes one last puff, before chucking his cigarette into his cup of coffee to put it out. he sits up properly, leaning slightly forward)

(He sits up a little straighter, giving a very brief look of.. almost disgust at the act of wasting a perfectly good cup of coffee)

(he scoffs, nothing but amusement showing on his face. he rests his head on his hand)

I don't feel a need to blend in. It doesn't seem you yourself feel like fitting in that much.

(he gives a hollow smile, not too pleased with woods bringing up his hair. despite this, he once more spins the conversation to be about the other)

I have nothing to hide.

nothing to hide... uh-huh...

Your job isn't acting like a rebellious child in a café, although I'm sure you know that? No higher up would be proud to see this kind of misconduct.

ha. i'm acting like a child?

That is what I said.

(his eye twitches in annoyance, his emotions rapidly changing much like a child. he takes in a breath, before returning back to a smile. although his eyes show a completely different emotion)

(A man in a.. peculiar getup walks up to the café, and stands around like he's waiting for someone)

(He scans the area, gives Alecsander a look, then waves and approaches the table)

(he watches woods walk over, finally starting to connect the dots. he blows out a puff of smoke towards him, as he looks up at this strange man through his lashes. his dusty blonde hair has faded streaks and splotches of blue dye still in them from when he was out in the desert. something that he has secretly kept dyed. whenever he is questioned on it, he uses the lame excuse of "it hasn't washed out yet", and somehow he gets away with it, despite the strict dress-code. this makes him obviously very memorable compared to other employees. he inhales once more, sizing woods up. he kicks his legs up on the table, leaning back in his chair before throwing a hand out in front of woods, offering a handshake.)

(He shakes his hand, then sits down on the other side of the table. He smells faintly of zoneweed)

(in response, he simply stares at him blankly as he blows more smoke in his direction. he smirks slightly, pleased to already be gathering more dirt on woods. he's very familiar with the smell plaguing the detective across from him, it having a strange twinge atop the regular smell . . . the flower from a cactus being thrown into the mix. an ingredient only xenon moth would add. this realisation stabs through alecsander like a knife. he quickly pushes the thought aside. the main point is. . .)

Hm? No, I prefer to smoke in my apartment.

(he takes one last puff, before chucking his cigarette into his cup of coffee to put it out. he sits up properly, leaning slightly forward)

(He sits up a little straighter, giving a very brief look of.. almost disgust at the act of wasting a perfectly good cup of coffee)

(he scoffs, nothing but amusement showing on his face. he rests his head on his hand)

I don't feel a need to blend in. It doesn't seem you yourself feel like fitting in that much.

(he gives a hollow smile, not too pleased with woods bringing up his hair. despite this, he once more spins the conversation to be about the other)

I have nothing to hide.

nothing to hide... uh-huh...

Your job isn't acting like a rebellious child in a café, although I'm sure you know that? No higher up would be proud to see this kind of misconduct.

ha. i'm acting like a child?

That is what I said.

(his eye twitches in annoyance, his emotions rapidly changing much like a child. he takes in a breath, before returning back to a smile. although his eyes show a completely different emotion)

(A man in a.. peculiar getup walks up to the café, and stands around like he's waiting for someone)

(He scans the area, gives Alecsander a look, then waves and approaches the table)

(he watches woods walk over, finally starting to connect the dots. he blows out a puff of smoke towards him, as he looks up at this strange man through his lashes. his dusty blonde hair has faded streaks and splotches of blue dye still in them from when he was out in the desert. something that he has secretly kept dyed. whenever he is questioned on it, he uses the lame excuse of "it hasn't washed out yet", and somehow he gets away with it, despite the strict dress-code. this makes him obviously very memorable compared to other employees. he inhales once more, sizing woods up. he kicks his legs up on the table, leaning back in his chair before throwing a hand out in front of woods, offering a handshake.)

(He shakes his hand, then sits down on the other side of the table. He smells faintly of zoneweed)

(in response, he simply stares at him blankly as he blows more smoke in his direction. he smirks slightly, pleased to already be gathering more dirt on woods. he's very familiar with the smell plaguing the detective across from him, it having a strange twinge atop the regular smell . . . the flower from a cactus being thrown into the mix. an ingredient only xenon moth would add. this realisation stabs through alecsander like a knife. he quickly pushes the thought aside. the main point is. . .)

Hm? No, I prefer to smoke in my apartment.

(he takes one last puff, before chucking his cigarette into his cup of coffee to put it out. he sits up properly, leaning slightly forward)

(He sits up a little straighter, giving a very brief look of.. almost disgust at the act of wasting a perfectly good cup of coffee)

(he scoffs, nothing but amusement showing on his face. he rests his head on his hand)

I don't feel a need to blend in. It doesn't seem you yourself feel like fitting in that much.

(he gives a hollow smile, not too pleased with woods bringing up his hair. despite this, he once more spins the conversation to be about the other)

I have nothing to hide.

nothing to hide... uh-huh...

Your job isn't acting like a rebellious child in a café, although I'm sure you know that? No higher up would be proud to see this kind of misconduct.

ha. i'm acting like a child?

That is what I said.

(A man in a.. peculiar getup walks up to the café, and stands around like he's waiting for someone)

(He scans the area, gives Alecsander a look, then waves and approaches the table)

(he watches woods walk over, finally starting to connect the dots. he blows out a puff of smoke towards him, as he looks up at this strange man through his lashes. his dusty blonde hair has faded streaks and splotches of blue dye still in them from when he was out in the desert. something that he has secretly kept dyed. whenever he is questioned on it, he uses the lame excuse of "it hasn't washed out yet", and somehow he gets away with it, despite the strict dress-code. this makes him obviously very memorable compared to other employees. he inhales once more, sizing woods up. he kicks his legs up on the table, leaning back in his chair before throwing a hand out in front of woods, offering a handshake.)

(He shakes his hand, then sits down on the other side of the table. He smells faintly of zoneweed)

(in response, he simply stares at him blankly as he blows more smoke in his direction. he smirks slightly, pleased to already be gathering more dirt on woods. he's very familiar with the smell plaguing the detective across from him, it having a strange twinge atop the regular smell . . . the flower from a cactus being thrown into the mix. an ingredient only xenon moth would add. this realisation stabs through alecsander like a knife. he quickly pushes the thought aside. the main point is. . .)

Hm? No, I prefer to smoke in my apartment.

(he takes one last puff, before chucking his cigarette into his cup of coffee to put it out. he sits up properly, leaning slightly forward)

(He sits up a little straighter, giving a very brief look of.. almost disgust at the act of wasting a perfectly good cup of coffee)

(he scoffs, nothing but amusement showing on his face. he rests his head on his hand)

I don't feel a need to blend in. It doesn't seem you yourself feel like fitting in that much.

(he gives a hollow smile, not too pleased with woods bringing up his hair. despite this, he once more spins the conversation to be about the other)

I have nothing to hide.

nothing to hide... uh-huh...

Your job isn't acting like a rebellious child in a café, although I'm sure you know that? No higher up would be proud to see this kind of misconduct.

(A man in a.. peculiar getup walks up to the café, and stands around like he's waiting for someone)

(He scans the area, gives Alecsander a look, then waves and approaches the table)

(he watches woods walk over, finally starting to connect the dots. he blows out a puff of smoke towards him, as he looks up at this strange man through his lashes. his dusty blonde hair has faded streaks and splotches of blue dye still in them from when he was out in the desert. something that he has secretly kept dyed. whenever he is questioned on it, he uses the lame excuse of "it hasn't washed out yet", and somehow he gets away with it, despite the strict dress-code. this makes him obviously very memorable compared to other employees. he inhales once more, sizing woods up. he kicks his legs up on the table, leaning back in his chair before throwing a hand out in front of woods, offering a handshake.)

(He shakes his hand, then sits down on the other side of the table. He smells faintly of zoneweed)

(in response, he simply stares at him blankly as he blows more smoke in his direction. he smirks slightly, pleased to already be gathering more dirt on woods. he's very familiar with the smell plaguing the detective across from him, it having a strange twinge atop the regular smell . . . the flower from a cactus being thrown into the mix. an ingredient only xenon moth would add. this realisation stabs through alecsander like a knife. he quickly pushes the thought aside. the main point is. . .)

Hm? No, I prefer to smoke in my apartment.

(he takes one last puff, before chucking his cigarette into his cup of coffee to put it out. he sits up properly, leaning slightly forward)

(He sits up a little straighter, giving a very brief look of.. almost disgust at the act of wasting a perfectly good cup of coffee)

(he scoffs, nothing but amusement showing on his face. he rests his head on his hand)

I don't feel a need to blend in. It doesn't seem you yourself feel like fitting in that much.

(he gives a hollow smile, not too pleased with woods bringing up his hair. despite this, he once more spins the conversation to be about the other)

I have nothing to hide.

(A man in a.. peculiar getup walks up to the café, and stands around like he's waiting for someone)

(He scans the area, gives Alecsander a look, then waves and approaches the table)

(he watches woods walk over, finally starting to connect the dots. he blows out a puff of smoke towards him, as he looks up at this strange man through his lashes. his dusty blonde hair has faded streaks and splotches of blue dye still in them from when he was out in the desert. something that he has secretly kept dyed. whenever he is questioned on it, he uses the lame excuse of "it hasn't washed out yet", and somehow he gets away with it, despite the strict dress-code. this makes him obviously very memorable compared to other employees. he inhales once more, sizing woods up. he kicks his legs up on the table, leaning back in his chair before throwing a hand out in front of woods, offering a handshake.)

(He shakes his hand, then sits down on the other side of the table. He smells faintly of zoneweed)

(in response, he simply stares at him blankly as he blows more smoke in his direction. he smirks slightly, pleased to already be gathering more dirt on woods. he's very familiar with the smell plaguing the detective across from him, it having a strange twinge atop the regular smell . . . the flower from a cactus being thrown into the mix. an ingredient only xenon moth would add. this realisation stabs through alecsander like a knife. he quickly pushes the thought aside. the main point is. . .)

Hm? No, I prefer to smoke in my apartment.

(he takes one last puff, before chucking his cigarette into his cup of coffee to put it out. he sits up properly, leaning slightly forward)

(He sits up a little straighter, giving a very brief look of.. almost disgust at the act of wasting a perfectly good cup of coffee)

(he scoffs, nothing but amusement showing on his face. he rests his head on his hand)

I don't feel a need to blend in. It doesn't seem you yourself feel like fitting in that much.

(A man in a.. peculiar getup walks up to the café, and stands around like he's waiting for someone)

(He scans the area, gives Alecsander a look, then waves and approaches the table)

(he watches woods walk over, finally starting to connect the dots. he blows out a puff of smoke towards him, as he looks up at this strange man through his lashes. his dusty blonde hair has faded streaks and splotches of blue dye still in them from when he was out in the desert. something that he has secretly kept dyed. whenever he is questioned on it, he uses the lame excuse of "it hasn't washed out yet", and somehow he gets away with it, despite the strict dress-code. this makes him obviously very memorable compared to other employees. he inhales once more, sizing woods up. he kicks his legs up on the table, leaning back in his chair before throwing a hand out in front of woods, offering a handshake.)

(He shakes his hand, then sits down on the other side of the table. He smells faintly of zoneweed)

(in response, he simply stares at him blankly as he blows more smoke in his direction. he smirks slightly, pleased to already be gathering more dirt on woods. he's very familiar with the smell plaguing the detective across from him, it having a strange twinge atop the regular smell . . . the flower from a cactus being thrown into the mix. an ingredient only xenon moth would add. this realisation stabs through alecsander like a knife. he quickly pushes the thought aside. the main point is. . .)

Hm? No, I prefer to smoke in my apartment.

(he takes one last puff, before chucking his cigarette into his cup of coffee to put it out. he sits up properly, leaning slightly forward)

(He sits up a little straighter, giving a very brief look of.. almost disgust at the act of wasting a perfectly good cup of coffee)

(A man in a.. peculiar getup walks up to the café, and stands around like he's waiting for someone)

(He scans the area, gives Alecsander a look, then waves and approaches the table)

(he watches woods walk over, finally starting to connect the dots. he blows out a puff of smoke towards him, as he looks up at this strange man through his lashes. his dusty blonde hair has faded streaks and splotches of blue dye still in them from when he was out in the desert. something that he has secretly kept dyed. whenever he is questioned on it, he uses the lame excuse of "it hasn't washed out yet", and somehow he gets away with it, despite the strict dress-code. this makes him obviously very memorable compared to other employees. he inhales once more, sizing woods up. he kicks his legs up on the table, leaning back in his chair before throwing a hand out in front of woods, offering a handshake.)

(He shakes his hand, then sits down on the other side of the table. He smells faintly of zoneweed)

(in response, he simply stares at him blankly as he blows more smoke in his direction. he smirks slightly, pleased to already be gathering more dirt on woods. he's very familiar with the smell plaguing the detective across from him, it having a strange twinge atop the regular smell . . . the flower from a cactus being thrown into the mix. an ingredient only xenon moth would add. this realisation stabs through alecsander like a knife. he quickly pushes the thought aside. the main point is. . .)

Hm? No, I prefer to smoke in my apartment.

(A man in a.. peculiar getup walks up to the café, and stands around like he's waiting for someone)

(He scans the area, gives Alecsander a look, then waves and approaches the table)

(he watches woods walk over, finally starting to connect the dots. he blows out a puff of smoke towards him, as he looks up at this strange man through his lashes. his dusty blonde hair has faded streaks and splotches of blue dye still in them from when he was out in the desert. something that he has secretly kept dyed. whenever he is questioned on it, he uses the lame excuse of "it hasn't washed out yet", and somehow he gets away with it, despite the strict dress-code. this makes him obviously very memorable compared to other employees. he inhales once more, sizing woods up. he kicks his legs up on the table, leaning back in his chair before throwing a hand out in front of woods, offering a handshake.)

(He shakes his hand, then sits down on the other side of the table. He smells faintly of zoneweed)

(A man in a.. peculiar getup walks up to the café, and stands around like he's waiting for someone)

(He scans the area, gives Alecsander a look, then waves and approaches the table)

Ah.. this is quite disappointing. I thought surely you would more keen than this. Well, I mustn't judge those quick to jump to conclusions.

my rank is none of your concern, though it is one high enough to make sure you don't see the sun rise tomorrow. i'm not paranoid, i just don't have time to entertain such meaningless conversations - and i know you most certainly don't have the time either, most killjoys don't live long, and to me it sounds like you're well past your extermination date. i may have to send out a team.

Hum! And perhaps egotistical? I must say I don't much appreciate the threats. Shall we keep this civil? There's no need for such frivolous behavior.

i'm not threatening you, my dear friend, i am simply following protocol. if you're also a so-called city worker, you should know this, hm?

You said that you had the power to make sure I did not see the sun rise. It would be a capital mistake to not see that as a threat. I will also have you know my protocols do not include threatening one's life.

There will? You may not have noticed, but you don't seem to be in that position. To be quite honest.. once you use the same threat twice, it shows you either do not possess the means to go through with it, or you lack the mental fortitude.

hm.

Ah, I guess it is only fair, since I already know of yours. The city decided I am their problem solver, and appointed me to be their detective—and as a detective, I seek the unbiased truth.

detective, eh? that's a new one. but i suppose i'll believe you for now. the only thing i'm stuck on is you "seeking the unbiased truth" - don't tell me you empathise with killjoys now, hm?

The truth is in no one persons' favour—it is only a means of understanding. If you believe there is only one truth: one for Battery City, and solely lies against it, you would be incorrect. That is all it is.

ah-huh... I see. that's a very interesting perspective to have. one that could almost be deemed as... rebellious? wouldn't you agree, detective?

What makes the truth rebellious? Can you answer that, exterminator?

well, it's not the truth when it's simply killjoy propaganda, is it? it seems as if you don't know right from wrong, a skill that i thought you would have possessed.

I see many cannot tell "truth" from "propaganda". I see.. this is most interesting.

ah, i see - you work independently. that makes a lot of sense as to how you do things... in your own way.

Yes, that is how I prefer it.

see you :)

Ah.. strange fellow.