add kyle davis, devoted fiancĆ© and law school candidate, to the multiplicity of identities bruno had floating around the seattle streets. what had started as a simple outing for a pack of cigarettes and a mounds bar nearly ended in disaster. a convenience store seemed like the very lastĀ place bruno would cross paths with awareĀ citizens, yet the man behind the register had clearly familiarized himself with individuals listed on the d.u.p. watch list -- nothing a little improvising couldnāt fix. so bruno found himself lounging safely underground, a cigarette perched between his lips to top off the chocolate bar heād never paid for. heād left the station this morning fully intent on buyingĀ the basics. old fashioned. with actual money. but after putting forth the effort of imposing memories ofĀ kyle davisĀ on his target, well... he couldnāt let a good opportunity pass him by. brunoās loot lounged beside him, a bag filled to the brim with mound bars, oreos, gum, and pretzels. the essentials. the telepath raised his gaze to the person nearest to him.Ā ā hey, ā spoken around the cigarette.Ā a pause to light it.Ā ā in a pinch... ā cue an elongated inhale. hazel eyes followed the smoke as it dispersed.Ā ā yāthink you could make a good fake fiancĆ©(e)Ā ?Ā ā