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"Your politics are absolutely FASCINATING!" The god has strewn himself across the most comfortable couch he could find in Valeriu's dwelling. In his hand is a glass ( borrowed ) full of red wine ( brought ). His wrist turns, swishing it around gently. He props one leg up on the arm rest at the couch's opposing end.

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"Hello! Yes, you-- here. Take this."

The Child of Spring would find themselves approached by Rhoss, who holds out a simple golden brooch in the shape of a dove. "Warmer than any gloves; I guarantee it. We could all use a bit of warmth these days, right?" he says gleefully. And sure enough, when held the brooch radiates heat like a cozy hearth. "It's free. I received way too many of them and had some time to enchant... Oh."

Rhoss finally pauses when he realizes who he is speaking to. Were it not for those rounded ears, he might never have realized. Does someone of their status even need magic to keep warm?

"...and then she says no, she wants to watch the movie. Unless 'Netflix and chill' has a new meaning, she totally missed the point. One of the most disappointing nights of my LIFE. If I ever see another romcom about weddings again, it'll be too soon."

He pats the hood of his car as they approach it - a brand new Tesla, stark black, in a shocking contrast to the pale hand on it. It was time to retire the old Mustang, and what better replacement than the hottest vehicle on the market?

It's still early so the bar is rather empty. A few patrons are conversing at scattered tables. Some rock song from the 90s provides background noise throughout the building; as the night progresses, the manager will turn it up and change it to more recent hits.

Meeting in unusual places and times is not foreign to her, and if it goes south, she can handle herself. Even without "super powers," she's pretty strong. It takes more than some vague emails and midnight rendezvous to scare her.

She's too curious for that. Too BITTER.

Before the guy even looks her way, she guesses that he is her mysterious new contact. The one who knew that accursed name - Murkoff - and seemed to share a hatred for them. Flynn nods at him when the enters the alleyway. She's donned in a pair of overalls with a black shirt underneath and white sneakers that have seen better days. She almost considered wearing all black, maybe a hooded jacket, but that would have been too cliche. They're here to compare notes and perhaps take down a corporation. Casual is better.

two bros sitting on a sofa drinkin' alcohol cuz they have issues 🎵